The Tattered Coat
I created a dazzling image,
Instilled with the dreams and potency
Of romantic imagination.
Holding it high
With deepening pride,
I breathed a frame,
Intricate weavings of perfect, poetic
writ.
My gaze drifted from
Picture to reality
And back.
I donned my tattered coat
Of indecision.
Awkwardly and reluctantly
I squeezed through
the frame,
the slightest tug pulled
on my coat.
I could not blame
you
For holding on,
For wanting me to stay.
I looked into your
Slightly-less-than-perfect eyes,
and shot a simple smile.
I did love you
In reality.
I shrugged off my coat,
Climbed into the frame,
Left you
Standing...
Alone with a
Single tear and an old, black coat.
You tried it on... it fit so well.
My tattered coat of indecision,
Your tattered coat of broken dreams.















Comments
love your stuff
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Smurfs are asexual
"I looked into your
Slightly-less-than-perfect eyes,
and shot a simple smile.
I did love you
In reality."
I really enjoy that section. It paints a wonderful picture for me. A picture that changes everytime I re-read those lines. Nicely done.
Oh yeah, the poem...Hee. It's great
I love the way you've expressed this so simply, but with a great mixture of vague uncertainty and clarity of thought. Wonderful job.
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Tess ,'o-)
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