Chipped LoverA Poem by Invisible InkWritten for contest
Previous Version This is a previous version of Chipped Lover. You hold that coffee cup up to your cold lips and drink after the words you said about how our lives have grown old and brown like withered pages of a book and bring it back down it's edges chipped from the times it was thrown across the room You carry that chip on your shoulders like a great weight bringing you down and I see you, broken in bits my chipped lover © 2010 Invisible InkReviews
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Added on October 3, 2009 Last Updated on January 2, 2010 Tags: love, realtionship, abuse, addiction AuthorInvisible InkNCAbout"I guess I wrote in invisible ink, Oh, I've tried to think how I could have made it appear"- Aimee Mann Open the cage and set the bird free. I am a writer. A poet. Words have saved me. I am a .. more..Writing
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