The other side of love.


Acceptance...

Incompatible sounds
a rhyming hell
of when love becomes duty
I was born the wrong side
of acceptance
Crashed on crème de menthes
a sickly sea - burning rises up
green – the colour of jealousy
for desiring what I cannot have
You - accuse me of not knowing
what I want
Yes ~
I ~
Do ~!
I want for you to move me in my sleep
but obstacles are words and I fall
at the start
as you lie content stretched taut
in your self belief of us




Poetry by Poppy
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Written on 2012-08-15 at 17:07

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