The Other One

May 31, 2011
By traciec SILVER, Export, Pennsylvania
traciec SILVER, Export, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald

I live love the flutter flitter fire
Rising raising making major bridges
In my light laughing half happy
Magical powerful playful pleasing
Heaving healing heated heart
And the blissful wistful witty wily whispers
In silent giant jubilant luring rooms
But then, out of the dark dank dangerous
Raving roving sorrow shadows
The other girl comes conjuring complex competitons
Within my darkened dampened deepened
Weeping grieving leaving leery
Leaking heap of what was my
Broken beaten battered haggard heart
And he lives loves leaves feeble me
Stored stowed knowing
No hope or loathing for tomorrow

The author's comments:
This is a slant rhyme piece I made in creative writing told from the other woman's point of view.

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