A thief I am
Today I steal
White cotton
Balled up
Dropped
On my bedroom floor.
In haste
He left it...
In leisure
I secreted it away
To indulge
My senses
With his essence.
An anchor
For the peace
He left me.
A piece of himself
A piece of his heart.
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This was very good - soft, outspoken piece, it's not loud but shows good emotion. I think my only problem was "secreted." I just think the word hindered the flow of them poem, and just sounds weird. Other than that, I liked this quite a bit. Emotional, but not loud.
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Nothing like sleeping with his tee when you miss him so much. Great way of portraying it.Good write.
~Erika~
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hey algoressister
sweet and straight to the point, once a very cute petite women i was seeing left he teeny undies with hearts on them and they stayed in my drawer for years. no i didn't wear them on my head but they were a nice reminder. anyway good non-extraneous no wasted words write.
dave -
There is such deep knowledge and wisdom in your words,with all respect i get the feeling they come from someone who has fully experienced life,who`s been there and done that
The poem makes me feel sad,he forgets his white cotton shirt so you keep it and treasure it like it`s all you`ve got left of him,it`s as if you knew it would end long before he did.
I love it
it`s thief and piece
bye
rhet
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Hi,
Thanks for the comment. Most people think it's his tighty whiteys that he leaves... I'm glad you thought of the tshirt instead... I think that the image of sniffing his tshirt is alot different than sniffing his underpants....sorry, but I can't imagine burying my face in a guys underpants (unlike men and what they would do with a womans panties...)....But the T SHIRT! MMMMM laundry soap, bleach, cologne, HIM! That part of him that transforms the other smells to pure heaven....
Can you tell I haven't seen my boyfriend in a couple of months? He is due on Saturday!!!...I'm gonna steal his t-Shirt! ttfn Laurel
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