Once you gave a toast of
Your tender heart.
We lost in the abyss of
of divine bliss.
Time went on
ripples after ripples.
Your heart got black.
I felt sting of your kiss.
The meadows have
turned into desert.
Now you've gifted me abhor,
with much care and love.
I don't exist more
living like a camphor..
<Deleted User> (19836)
Thu 2nd Aug 2018 07:33
Your poem is rich in both emotion and pain. The reader can understand this. Nice work. Thanks, Jane
Big Sal
Sun 29th Jul 2018 15:19
Great title, and quite a piece of sound emotion lying dormant within its lines.?
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Taylor Crowshaw
Sat 4th Aug 2018 15:27
A beautifully poem thank you.
Taylor?