There goes my only Dream

by PorcelainMoon   Jan 30, 2015


Colombian devotion
Her brown fertile eyes
Flood oceans,
She mourns with romantic tragedy

Nonfictional moments alone
Melodies sound through the clouds
With visceral passion we undress

Violet oceans, printing press
My head on her chest
Salt thick in the air
Her hair in disrepair
I love you like a slow song

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  • 9 years ago

    by Augustus Black

    Very intresting poem. Nice performance

  • 9 years ago

    by Ingrid

    What an eloquent write, well done!

    Best wishes,

    Ingrid

  • 9 years ago

    by GB

    I adored this poem, the stanza you added gave it more depth and it made the piece as fluent as a river.

    But was it intentional for the last line to be "you" not "her"?

    Anyhow, thank you for sharing, the poem is indeed fantastic.

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