I'd like to say he looked sad,
Or a little guilty, even,
But I knew that in that present moment
He couldn't feel a damn thing.
We were standing under the willow tree,
It wasn't humid, but the air was so hot,
Yet he seemed so cold, so disconnected.
There wasn't a single damn star in the sky
And the moon was hiding in robes of clouds.
When he looked into my pupils
With those glass eyes of his,
He didn't need to say a damn thing,
I knew exactly what was coming,
But he opened his mouth,
His dry voice scraping against my skin:
"I'm sorry…
But the thrill is gone…"
After that, he walked back to his Camaro
And left me behind for the last damn time.
Your poem is outstanding and the guy in the Camaro does not deserve your poem. Well done! 10+
Wow! Great poetry, Bryony Sheldon. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
What's the name of your film? Ah yes, Starless. I read it, saw it, felt it. Terrific way to write and much less expensive than the cinema, too. Chapeau to you, As the French would say, 'Vous avez un talent, fou 'meaning you have very much talent, Mademoiselle! .' Excellent work.
A poignant and wonderful poem. It expresses in beautiful detail anger and loss of love. So vividly portrayed. Beautifully crafted and.well executed write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When he looked into my pupils With those glass eyes of his, He didn't need to say a thing, I knew exactly what was coming, But he opened his mouth, His dry voice scraping against my skin: What a kind of imagination dear poetess. Thank u. tony