cliff view yesterday

dearest,

the color bleeds,
the ink cuts through the paper that gently pleads
mind withers in gray
the horizons far to an edge,

she does not see,
she does not feel,
her legs dangle from the cliff undersea
she's stuck in the opposite of glee
my dearest,
the waves crash upon her
grinding her to sand
the heart was a fake
the heart was not steel

Reviews

[soulesswriter]

Kind of melancholy but I like melancholy nice flow and great flow I like it.i think I took the story wrong so if u can plz correct me if not I liked it

[falling_toxic_rain]

ah well I have issues when it comes to writing certain poems, so I guess the easiest way to explain would be: kind of like a last letter to a gone away love, the person was kind of left in apathy when they went away, basically the first line shows that it's a letter and the second stanza explains what happens when writing, the first half of the last stanza is supposed to reflect her state of being and lastly resemble apathy. I hope that makes better sense. :O
thanks for the read

[soulesswriter]

Makes perfect sense thanks nice poem by the way

[falling_toxic_rain]

well thanks for the read. :)