shallow love

I'll strum out this tune 'til my fingers bleed

Crimson rivers just to make you see

We've carved this story to its bone

Valleys deep with imperfections

And mountains high into sunrise skies

Surrounding trees whispering

Tiny lies

We're writing this book across the sand

Pages lapping against the shores

Weeping out salty streams

Against millions of glass grained dreams

We stitch our binding with pinestraw needles

Brittle and stabbing

And drawing us near

Ears to a conch shell

Desperate to hear

Our journeys end

On its driftwood vessel

Precariously afloat on a crimson tide

Trying to make sense

Of a love hate ride

Reviews

[clairekeown25]

some beautiful imagery here, i especially like
We stitch our binding with pinestraw needles

[creativequill]

i liked that line a lot too, thank you :) I wanted to express the fragility with which the story was being put together, it's stitched but not well, breakable, yes?

[Lizzie Mitchell]

This is beautiful.

[creativequill]

thank you

[Kiara Rose]

i love this so much, the title drew my attention and im glad that it did!

[creativequill]

As am I, thank you so much for reading!

[TJ]

I love the imagery in this poem, the emotion...beautiful.

[creativequill]

thank you i was just rereading this one actually, something about it bugs me a little

[.]

nice job. i like the use of near rhymes here, (i think it adds to your subject rather nicely), and seems to be a well considered composition.

thanks for sharing

[creativequill]

Of course :) thank you for stopping in

[Chris]

This one I need to think on for a bit...pieces flowed well - some thoughts were stumbling behind my eyes...

[creativequill]

that was an error and i knew it was wrong and forgot to fix it, thank you

[Chris]

I thought as much... little things bite us...

[creativequill]

all better :)

[Chris]

Looks good