DEAD LOVE

LOVE AND DEATH ENIGMA a seasonal poem.

EPISODE 1

Let me, cough the truth
nothing left but down to earth,
a day ago, encounter I the enigma
pretty than snow and her white
with silent foot steps.

I melt at first glance
i tried to cast my sight away
But my neck stiffs
I look my contempt
and yet crave for more.

I freeze and melt in haste
and felt my veins no more,
my heart, pumps and mutters,
my stream boils and steams up
a stranger become i to myself.

Her beauty traps me
and hooks my boots to move
My nerve cuts i think
And mouth ajars for a word
I die as she walk my way.

She walks and reveal her lips,
red like french's wine
and her silver white tooth.
she smiles and rose my dead
To die or live, i shall judge
or to tame my words and suffer her exits.

#BLUEPRINT#
EPISODE 2 ON IT WAY

Author's Note

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Reviews

[emmajoy]

' I froze and melt in haste - i felt my veins no more - my heart, bumps and burns - my stream boils and steams up - a stranger become i to myself .. '

Even though your English isn't entirely correct, your have such a fine way of putting your thoughts. The phrasing has so much potential and is, truly - beautiful. Whilst your grammar is quite erratic, you can correct that in time. So, please write more... and more.