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Delicate
by Krystall VegaMy fingertips cry silently
for delicacy has killed me.
I saw my dreams dancing
in a puddle-
damaged fantasies cause
even the air to tremble.
He tastes like a poet,
while i suffocate on
the lines from his pen.
I saw happily ever after
pass by my window
with a conceited smile.
I murder self-indulgence
every.time. 07/17/2005 Posted on 07/17/2005
Copyright © 2025 Krystall Vega
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 07/17/05 at 10:21 PM Wow, amazing imagery. My favorite lines are: He tastes like a poet,
while i suffocate on
the lines from his pen Wish I would have thought of it myself!
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