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Submitted by sumsum22 on 28 October 2007 - 11:01am.| Updated 28 October 2007 - 12:01pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
Just a slight drowsy
as the spark of the night is lit,
Descending into these
Crimson Dreams
That were held so close before
falling into this
red ruse
that’s gotten the best of me.
A warming fire
doused
with the suffocating
ash of deceit.
it
flails and falters
fails and extinguishes
leaving the stench
of the burned
behind.
I am
Descending into these
Crimson Dreams
That were held so close before
falling into this
red ruse
That’s gotten the best of me.
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
It's about a girl that broke my heart.
(1 vote)
Many girls will....
break your heart before getting lucky enough to find one worth cherishing. I found true love not so long ago and had my heart broken, then healed by the same girl. This is one special girl/woman. We still share a very special connection, but life got in our way. Life is stranger than fiction you will find over time. Better luck next time.
Patrick
PS - nicely written!
Crimson Dreams
i can not convey in words how much i liked the title-For some reason i did so
much like the poems’ second line, and the extremely nice lines of “red ruse
Lesley ,this poem is very good.