Smoke

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    Smoke

     

    Smoke 

    You crept into my life like smoke under a crack at the bottom of a closed door

    Knowing I wanted nothing to do with the likes of love, I continued to crave more

    Mentally you seduced me with the thought of what we could be

    Not prepared for what was to come, my first instinct was to run

    Can you escape smoke once it has filled your lungs,

    Even when it has come way too soon

    I attempted to rationalize over and over again,

     Wanted to place you in the spot designated friend

    Wanted to just enjoy the pleasures of the flesh,

    Because I would never again put a woman in a wedding dress

    Wanted to pretend I did not care,

    But you smoke began to become my air

    I began to need you to breathe to function daily

    I tried to leave

    But you continued to call me baby

    Grabbed my things and attempted to run,

     But you my dear were in my lungs

    Passion filled night, lovely days, the commonness of our trivial ways

    You have penetrated me deep within,

    So much more than a mere friend

    An extension of who I am and what I want to be

    Smoke I got to have you inside of me

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    SoulEncounters commented on Smoke

    10-10-2009

    Very well penned piece...Metaphores and all...I believe I'll be reading more of your work:-) BlaQ

    ABUNASYA commented on Smoke

    06-26-2009

    WOW I WENT THRU A SERIES OF EMOTIONS READING YOUR LINES I ONLY MEANT TO READ A FEW BUT COULD NOT STOP AT A FEW I READ I FELT

    Velvet

    06/27/2009

    Thank you the poem was inspired by the man in my life, he conveyed to me his emotions, reguarding the onset of our relationship, and I put pen to paper.

    cryptic77 commented on Smoke

    06-25-2009

    Done!! this wa well written like the other. you keep writing I will come from time to time to see where you are. I am saying that I enjoyed and will return.

    Velvet

    06/26/2009

    Thank you for taking the time to read my work, I am truly an amature. But i am working to get better.

    ianraiseland commented on Smoke

    06-25-2009

    this is the primordeal (forgive spelling) foundation of life. need. great metiphoric design! i like it.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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