Were I the Words I Wrote

Were I the Words I Wrote

A Poem by OctoberDawn
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Sticks and stones... mere child's play

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Were I the words I wrote, I'd climb the misty air.
You'd read me to your lips, and I would linger there.
I'd smell your sweet perfume, and bask in days of yore.
Things would be the same, the way they were before.

But I not being a fool, would remember what you'd done.
I'd steal away to page and your beautiful visage shun.
I would languish there; in a love note long deceased.
till' in my anger I would change; a new letter start to piece.

I would lay in wait for your lips to grace my page,
You then would get your justice, your well deserved wage.
Like poison on the tongue, my words would find your heart.
no longer would you finish then would your final breath depart.

© 2012 OctoberDawn


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I really like this one, it spoke out to me for some reason.

This was my favorite part:

" I would lay in wait for your lips to grace my page,
You then would get your justice, your well deserved wage.
Like poison on the tongue, my words would find your heart.
no longer would you finish then would your final breath depart."




Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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this is beautiful! it really is. each line is so effective for the purpose of the piece but also so pretty.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I really like this one, it spoke out to me for some reason.

This was my favorite part:

" I would lay in wait for your lips to grace my page,
You then would get your justice, your well deserved wage.
Like poison on the tongue, my words would find your heart.
no longer would you finish then would your final breath depart."




Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 25, 2012
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Tags: Words, Poison, Write, Wrote, Kill

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OctoberDawn
OctoberDawn

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My name is Criss Hill, I'm 20 and I'm from Colorado. I don't so much consciously write poetry as my heart takes control of my pen and urges me to capture a pale fragment of the beauty and heartbreak o.. more..

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