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When you were with me
I never could die
My eyes wandered
without you, my fear had noises
all the steps, the shadows
were solid things
When I wrote the death
it scratched out sheets of paper
but when you were with me
I was for lasting the entire life
Your legs
supported my falls.
J.T.Parreira
Wonderful tribute to their volatile, somewhat tragic love - and a great conclusion!
When you were with me
I never could die
So true. And death when turned opposite.
This is really well done, JT, especially S3 and 4, wow.
I'm reading Plath's journal now. I have not yet reached the point where she meets Ted. Should be interesting.
Nice work.
Nice poem. The last lines are wobderful.