The Midnight Smiles Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

The Midnight Smiles

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The midnight smiles.
I write words.

Pockets of emptiness,
sealed symbols.

Absence does not make
the heart grow fonder.

It lends distance,
and forgetting.

Love, so much
over-used.

Love is, in truth,
really love for self.

A moment, this
is what I have.

A small space of
time that I claim.

It is mine, to waste
or to cherish.

A noise outside.
Not sure what it is.

Something abusive,
something harsh.

The midnight smiles.
I write words.

Friday, October 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kellie Imer 14 October 2009

It just keep getting better.... I'm pretty jealous. I know every one is different but I want to be your kind of different lol. You have a creative mind.

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Susan Horvath 09 October 2009

A brilliant, illuminating piece of writing!

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