Good-bye

I paint my lips crimson
and think:
how they bleed like my heart.

A tear,
and I am drowning.
My eyes a blue river
drifting.

The sunlight,
blinding with its reflection
of a lost love.

My heart,
a stone
that I throw into the sea.

The impact,
the waves flood the world.

And I,
am drenched -
soaking wet -
standing like a statue.

I look to the west
and see him holding her on the veranda.

My soul,
empty hands of nothing
now reaching for you.

Good-bye.

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[bluessadmood]

I paint my lips crimson
and think:
how they bleed like my heart.

A tear,
and I am drowning.
My eyes a blue river
drifting.
The sunlight,
blinding with its reflection
of a lost love.
oh again wonderful sweet words,what images of lost love
how nicely you tell about it
my lips ,heart bleeding
my eyes tear drowning like blue river
God you could own the world with these beautiful magic words,wonderful ,perfect

[Pax Analog]

Poignant, deeply touching.

"I paint my lips crimson/and think:/ how they bleed like my heart." Extraordinary lines, taking a sign that is usually one of erotic provocativeness and linking it to the heart's depth of sorrow.

This poem lingers long in one's heart-memory like white rain on the plains of a lost world's sigh.