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Burn
I burned my tongue
on the coffee this morning,
as you lay sleeping.
I burned my tongue
on the way I whispered
"I love you" last night,
on the things left unsaid,
on unconfessed sins,
guilt laden truths, and
on words whispered
in another's ear.
I burned my tongue
on the coffee this morning,
before I found my keys.
I Hear This Loudly
Things one must not say. And you go on. yes! Thank you for reposting.
;-)
I have fond memories of writing this one. Running_with_rabbits wrote a beautiful and touching poem that was the inspiration.
She Is A Fine Writer
Runninig_With_Rabbits inspired me so much, one if my first postpoem poet contacts. She was taking a break from school, last I heard from her. I know her poetry is more fabulous now than back then.
~S~
Just as Lady A is!
You are an inspiration and friend to all on PostPoems, Dear Lady A!