I CrumbleA Poem by Pure Hopeinspired by the word "dry"Even a deluge of apologies trimmed with diamond jewelry can't save to cruelty in experiments- does she love me, or love me not? of your fire, for many more years than a good woman should. In the end, truth be told, you baked every drop of water from my essence. I can't cry anymore, instead of goodbye, I crumble. © 2013 Pure Hope |
StatsAuthorPure HopeHeartbreak Lake, MNAboutStarted to write basic poetry in my teens, now with "real" poets I am honing my craft. My poems found here are already on my AllPoetry site. Same name, as here. My muse is love, be it love of nature t.. more..Writing
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