10-03-2013, 12:25 AM
Sorry, it takes what seems like forever to mend a broken heart. Use poetry to vent, cleanse, renew.
You poem seems to hold back. Just playing with your poem and thinking of one of my lost loves:
Your reflection in my mirror remains,
but it is hollow.
I still taste your love
on my lips,
but why?
It was a despicable lie.
Goodbye—
doesn’t lessen the pain.
You poem seems to hold back. Just playing with your poem and thinking of one of my lost loves:
Your reflection in my mirror remains,
but it is hollow.
I still taste your love
on my lips,
but why?
It was a despicable lie.
Goodbye—
doesn’t lessen the pain.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris