Ivory Temptest

Ivory Temptest

A Poem by She comes, when I call her Buttons.
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A quick poem I through together on a whim of new inspiration.

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Just one step of many

Can't see through the rain

as thunder and lightning

explode, woe is bane

 

aqua sting on the cheeks

is nothing to miss

but worth walking side my side

through a wind hungry mist

 

He gives her his jacket

In hope she'll stay warm

long enough to get to her car

and out of the storm

 

Both coffined with guilt

A sorry breaks lips

If only he could lean down

and provide a warm kiss

 

Its seemed like forever

since they met at the eyes

She said she still loved him

and brought down his skies

 

He loved her too

and he wanted her back

within the safety of his arms

Under light an ivory black

 

They said their goodbyes

Yet no changes would mend

he knew that their love

was way more than pretend

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 She comes, when I call her Buttons.


Author's Note

She comes, when I call her Buttons.
Would really enjoy some review on this to know how I did! Thanks!
I always rtf!

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It comes off as a breakup, but one that they both didn't want to have. Or it sounds like they were in an arguement and don't know how to tell each other they are really sorry. Like they are both starting to doubt each other because they lack communication, and the storm around them. I like it :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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It comes off as a breakup, but one that they both didn't want to have. Or it sounds like they were in an arguement and don't know how to tell each other they are really sorry. Like they are both starting to doubt each other because they lack communication, and the storm around them. I like it :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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She comes, when I call her Buttons.
She comes, when I call her Buttons.

Pleasanton, KS



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