My Blue Sun

by bob   Jul 4, 2007


Sitting here in a crowded room,
Drinking to ease this lonely gloom,
Words marking my paper down,
With scarlet hands like a falling sun...

My pen bleeds as I carved,
What my heart says and starved,
As I take another shot so dumb,
This feeling for eternal be numbed...

Venoms are sweet,
It knocks me off my feet,
Few more breaths before I surrender,
To this charade playing like amber...

So as I live this place,
Allow me to share this craze,
To you who made my sun blue,
Hope you realize how much I loved you...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jackie

    So sad, good poem. Lot of sentiment in there, 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by bob

    Tnx tnx tnx

  • 17 years ago

    by Shirani Graham

    A shorT buT beautifuL piecE 5/5 brilliantlY penneD. keeP writinG!