by Faithless Watermelon Nov 21, 2014
category :
Love, romance /
desired love
Tragic is the loner preyed upon by faithless doves, it only rains when you're alone and a roof is no answer, simply a prayer. Depth perception, pupils wreathed in dirt, mistaken identity and effervescing propensity - smiles sewn to the back of frowning faces, where's the treasure? Roots chase stars stitched to doubt and I forget to wonder why I feel this way while temptation baits loathing with a memory of words that need not be spoken. I can't get lost in distance, I won't measure what keeps us apart. Strength seduces the weak and I know it's all I've got. |
by BlueJay
Stunning write of pure emotion an unformatted rant wonderful write Case |
I really like this poem you did a great job! 5/5 :) |