Time for bed

by Emily parsons   Jan 31, 2006


Lights on.
I put myself to bed , a bed of self pity. With a regretful duvet and a remorseful pillow, for comforts sake.
To the side of me, my table, cluttered with bits and pieces.But each with a memory of you attatched.
A mug.
A cold Mug of tea.
Formed stains on your letter , where carelessly
I have used it for nothing more than a coaster.
Scrunched up
Tear stained tissues
Scattered
Tell the story of both our hearts
Scan the room pointlessly
Lights out.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Josh

    A sad poem that is beautiful in its own special way.
    Bravo, bravo......

    Josh

  • 18 years ago

    by Katie

    Awesome wording the the first couple lines

  • 18 years ago

    by Mona

    Wow.. this is fantastic. I love it. Beautiful that it starts with "lights on and ends with Lights out" Very powerful.

    Dam.. Urgh.. Why am I so dam speechless ? Your like Kirsty, you don't just take my breath away but also my words.. damn you! hahaha -just kiddin--

    Love ya sweety -xxx- and i love your writing!

  • 18 years ago

    by bex

    This one short but still effective
    it's almost like you don't care about the person who wrote the letter anymore
    but you leave things around to remind you of them anyway
    contradicting but it works

  • 18 years ago

    by Kirsty

    :(
    i wish i could take it all away!!
    im here for you no matter what
    HEY!!!! .... i didnt write them to be used a coaster missy :P hehe
    love u always xxxxxxxx

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