a oneword.com poem
note:each break is a change between who is speaking


Wildflower

"Here. I picked it for you."
I handed him the little flower.

"...thanks?..."
He slowly took the flower.

"Do you like it?"
I began to pull away.

"...sure..."
He left me standing there.

"Your welcome!"
I called after him.

"Here, I picked it for you"
The girl smiled...



Poetry by TubaGiant
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Written on 2008-09-13 at 04:51

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WildGoose
i already said this, but...

love.it.

you have quite a knack for conveying deep sadness and longing through simple phrases and ideas, which makes your poetry so powerful.
2008-09-13