As The Spade Burrows

We all get sad sometimes, HERE'S SOME POETRY!

I cannot smell the roses, 

I see them in front of my face, but have depreciated its exchange.

Where do they sell them in high doses?

Do I as a solitaire deserve not a brush of its pedal?

Desire may to bury my face in the color of its crimson.

Tipping over tea cups in search of the heart, I am a fool

Leaving a pond of my all that I contain at my feet.

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Fire has yet to cease burn since its discovery.

As earth gives way to its properties

The mid afternoon is filled with paints across the sky with. Beautiful.

The night will be there as she promised, 

Crawl to her I will

As Nepthys, I ask your love's embrace

As to cradle this grown man,

Let me feel you, thorns covered in passion dig into the hand, that writes this letter. 

Immorally and without restraint

You and I, again.

Your touch is warmer than many pretend.

Reviews

[xCasper]

This is very raw. In my opinion it definitely needs so refining and cleaning up. But it is powerful, especially the highlighted part. And the line that stuck out the most to me was 'leaving a pond of my all that I contain at my feet'. It could definitely needs some cleaning up too.