Echoes

Our shadows echo forever in those alleys of decadence
In those twisted sheets of depravity
Our shadows echo forever in faded nights, alone
In those rolls, those throes of passion
Two mere children in a bed so new
And so very used
Our shadows echo forever in tasted tears
And shared sunrises
Our shadows echo forever in the dark places
we haunted
In the spaces we were, went, and created
I hear the echoes, sometimes
Often, they're smells of you, of us
Our shadows echo forever in me
And I know, in you

Reviews

[augustus]

Memories are so valuable and in your poem they come to life. Thank you.

[RacialRainbow]

Short and sweet :) Well done.

[Enchanted-Raven]

Nicely done......enjoyed :) x

[Alex Ware]

You mean to say "throes" of passion. Otherwise some nice imagery

[Nipplegrinder]

Thank you, Alex. Edit complete. Appreciated.

[Neville]

An interesting reminisce to be sure & I kind of liked it too..Cheers

[Nipplegrinder]

Thanks for reading, Neville! And, even more for your review. Cheers.