Irina Minaeva

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Much Like A Toothache - Poem by Irina Minaeva

Your lanky figure at my door,
Bright eyes and spilling hair...
Can all it be the reason for
My joy and black despair?

You were so quick to disappear
I could make nothing out.
You've power over me — it's queer,
But there's not any doubt.

I can't change anything, but still
I wish it were not so.
A strange sensation: warmth and thrill.
Much like a toothache, though.

Comments about Much Like A Toothache by Irina Minaeva

  • Adeline Foster (10/3/2011 3:28:00 PM)

    I agree: Wow is the word. This is good. Read mine - Indebted -
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  • (5/6/2010 1:32:00 PM)

    wow no match a lovely and meaningful poem... richly done (Report) Reply

  • Saint Cynosure (5/3/2010 10:48:00 AM)

    hey loved this... great last line (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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