He had me at first 'hello',
deadly engrossing
In that dilated-pupil kind of way
He moved like he is running out of time,
he was a thirst I could not quench
An addiction i can not forget,
he tasted delicious,
but I still knew
he was artificial
and
slowly
killing
me off.
I hoped he will leave
After my first 'goodbye'
but,
He continued to
follow
the white circle
of my empty life.
he was a thirst I could not quench An addiction i can not forget, he tasted delicious, but I still knew he was artificial............ kiling me off. following the white circle...... experience expressed in a simple but lively way. thank you for sharing with us this poem. God bless you. tony
interesting & well penned poem, Lily. E mi piace anche il titolo Itliano - I also like the 'Italian' title :) WELCOME at PoemHunter! Kepp on posting
What an incredible poem. This should be 'poem of the day' a few times! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem, Lily. Bravely written. Thanks