that thing

that thing

A Poem by S. Liberace

 sultry nights are usually spent in gold and paper

i spend them in rain.

 

You know, i cant possibly think anymore.

i can't possibly be anymore.

most steam i use to love

most flowers i give to forget

 

my body exhausted, i've reclined

on staircases and cemeteries

to be fulfilled.

 

however, not many butterflies

have laid to sleep on my skin,

although my butterflies have gone and died.

 

loneliness is something dreadful,

but so is gathering the courage to flourish in your arms.

© 2009 S. Liberace


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MIxed emotions in this well written write
Very well expressed,


Posted 14 Years Ago


Oh what a mix of emotions flowing from such a torn poetic soul in this piece. The fear of dead butterflies when thinking of love and emotions.. you sound exhausted from a long and drawn-out quest for that ultimate love... very creative.. there is fire reignited in the last stanza in finding courage to flourish in another's arms.. that can be very inspirational! With not many butterflies laying to sleep on your skin... why no take a chance and let love in! Keep up the great work.. I truly could relate from different times in my life.. must always pick oneself up for whatever the goal and trod on!!! Bravo!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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