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I glance away as their heads turn
Feeling shamelessly embarrassed
I look at the floor

They return to their stance
Hand in hand, heart in heart
So sickingly in love

Her long flowing hair
Picked up by the wind
Dropped gently on her lovers face

They remain locked in a trace
The world is motionless to them
No one else is important

I see his lips move
And her heart…
Break

Within seconds he’s gone
The only sign he left
Was her tear-flushed face

I watch her
Tear after tear
Minute after minute

She doesn’t move
She doesn’t utter a word
I move closer

Not noticeably
Just enough to focus
I see heartbreak written on her face

Her pretty eyes drown
In a pool of running make-up
She doesn’t care

Her heavy hand moves
To attend to the pools
Swiftly

Did he leave her?
Will he be back?
I feel so involved

Sitting here
Watching her
My heart feels her pain

A sudden noise
Everyone moves
To board the train

She gathers her thoughts
And her luggage
But leaves a bag

A bag full of past memories?
Feelings for he who left her?
Her dirty underwear?

On the train I continue to watch
Her tears continue
I understand.
©2005-2009 ~lyy
:iconlyy:

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a poem i wrote back in 2003 as part of a contest.
it isn't the sort of thing I normally write. never before did i sit down and write a poem line after line. i normally take days, rearranging each line time and time again. i personally do not like this poem.

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:iconshaundj:
oh great poem.so well written
:iconphasmidance:
I really like it. I'm not sure I have anything more interesting and productive or insightful to say than that tho, sorry. It's just an appeal, but I don't know if I can pinpoint hat, I think i like how short and simple the lines are. it's liek nobody really has anythign to say, it's all thoughts and feeligns, and either they don't have the words or they don't see the point or need in tryign to find them. I may be talking bollocks *sheepish* did this incident really happen?
:iconlyy:
thank you.
no, it didn't really happen. we were given a situation/concept for which we had to write a poem, maybe i should find out what it was...

Criteria: Style, Rhyme, prose, whatever your choice. NO offensive language (it will not be accepted in the judging), funny, serious, childrens category or just plain nonsense - you choose.

sitting at a cafe, restaurant, on the bus, train, plane wherever. Describe the people you see, what they wear, facial expressions, age group, accent, male, female, what are they reading anything at all about them. doesn't have to be just one person, maybe a couple or a famly. It must be of a general nature though - nothing offensive at all.

Judging will be 2nd June 2003 to allow all May new Members to enter this challenge.
Have fun- We will look forward to reading your entries.

so, actually, re-reading that, my poem didn't really fit :no:
:iconlyy:
thank you kindly

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