Crimson solitude

Her crimson eyes

the moonlight shines

This is not another 

cliche' love poem in disguise

I just need to vent

My soul is spent

Every day i walk

Through that corridor.

I put my hand on the stone cold wall

I shout , out loud

To your crimson eyes

It was not my love that told

Me this tale of old

I just wish Life 

would start to make sense

so i didnt have to start over again

The world just falls in reverse

Everything in my mind...Just hurts. 

 

 

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Sometimes we vent just to talk and feel we don't know what we are saying when we write it all out. But somehow, as writers, we polish and work it into something that makes our inner venting come to life. So we can see the story, or the moment, before our eyes instead of them being just words on a notebook page.

[Matthew James Ginn]

that is very true. The living words

[Brittany Zedalis]

A familiar feeling to say the least...I adore the word crimson. That's actually what got my attention straight off about this poem. ^-^

[Matthew James Ginn]

it is a word that rings in my head too. Thanks for the feedback XD

[Brittany Zedalis]

You're welcome ^-^

[Astrid]

I think we have all been there. The feeling this poem gives off is known too well by all.

[Matthew James Ginn]

thanks!' i like tht you like it