If you were mine, you'd have to promise to read my poetry.
You'd have to promise to take in my dreams and my pain, laid out before you while my hands shake, and your eyes, the green and brown hazel, the tidal wave of bursting summer that is your eyes, measure the meaning of my words.
And if you were mine, you'd have to promise not to talk about it.
Because the gentle dance of crisp, red and yellow tears drifting on the shadowed pavement while we sit, I, waiting for the moon and you, gentle fingertips grazing my letters, is our moment.
Beautiful imagery! I love this, I love the emotions conveyed and the descriptions, especially
"Because the gentle dance
of crisp, red and yellow tears
drifting on the shadowed pavement"
I thought that showed great imagery:)
It's really good. My favorite line is "not to talk about it" and how you put the and on the end and continue on the next line with your eyes. It makes it so powerful. Great work!
Well God damn, I here on out promise to keep up with all you're writing. This piece was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. If only there was a girl out there who would want me to do this for her :''( *sob*sob*.... enough whining though and on to the real review. You're use of imagery here is f*****g wonderful. Describing your lover's eyes "crisp" "red" and "yellow" tears... nearly brought me to tears aha (sorry for the corny attempted joke) Anyways I give this a 9/10 and goes to show that you don't need a long or extensive piece of work to make a masterpiece.
this is a great start... now just dont give up... find those things you held back and pour them out. another thing, forget being critical of your own work, though you will, just keep in mind to let it be.