Vixen

As much as I hate that a lot of my poems are about a girl and depression, I like what I write sometimes

Street lights turn into gas

Inhale the smoke from them

Her silhouette I see

But can't obtain her form 

It's a dream not to be true

But to have the name appear

It rages into me

I don't know what it is

To make me sad

I feel dressed in her scent

The red eyes deceive

Insomnia takes a toll

When it's on my bed

It feels like an ink stain never goes away

It stays and bleeds through sheets

It rages into me 

I don't know what it is

Why it keeps me sad

I choke every time

In riddles that I speak

I really need a sigh

Her eyes feel like suicide

Reviews

[BeeBev]

Wow, such a beautiful piece of writing, really touched me.

[ZDMusgrove]

This is absolutely brilliant. I am usually not one for pessismistic works, but this was amazing. So my good writer, I stand up in applause to you. I do hope you keep up the good work.

[♥ Ari Skye ♥]

God, that is beautiful work. I find alot of my work is about depression and a guy as well. Sometimes it seems our best work comes when we are in pain. It was breathtaking. Don't stop writing! Great job!