Carthage

The light we fire 
was meant to kindle 
a flame that reached our hearts 
The fire we lit was meant to smoke there 
and never be able to smolder 
Never grow colder 
But your eyes grew so cold and distant
your lips blamed me, too
It was like you had lit me up like a piston 
And shot me away from you
There I was hovering, lonely and watching the fire
That be -- 
Which in reflection was a flame only 
And not a great rampant Carthage sea

Reviews

[mercy party]

Very good analogy to use Carthage. The poem was very emotional and yet informative. Love was not meant to be a war it is suppose to be in theory harmonious. The one thing that was harmonious was your writing. Very nice!