Into Oblivion
17 November, 2003
Author: Pamela O'Brien
If your lips indulged in mine
As often as they do with the bottle
It would be me becoming one with your body
If it were my passion for you
That you were holding in your hands
It'd be me you'd turn to when nobody understands
If you'd let me peek inside
To see what is causing your pain
It would be relief, not booze, flowing through your veins
And if you would skip one night
Of forcing yourself into oblivion
I'll force you to see that we are two in a million.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| KitKatrina (68.113.60.103) -- Tuesday, November 18 2003, 07:31 pm Pam this was real good. I really like the last 3 lines. They were the best. Great job... |
| Megan (205.188.209.73) -- Tuesday, November 18 2003, 11:51 pm I loved this poem. I love the whole ambience of it. Good job. XoX -Meg- |
| Pamela (66.38.146.3) -- Monday, November 24 2003, 05:11 am Thanks guys - this one is close to my heart, as you can probably tell, but the choice he made was liquid instead of the solid foundation I offered. |
| loraine0073 (190.58.223.117) -- Sunday, December 9 2007, 05:37 pm i am a fan of your poems. you put words together that are so unique. |
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