i watched as tongues of flame
licked the papers that held
your thoughts of
and feelings for me
or whatever remained of them
i stared, mesmerized
by the slithering fire
snaking its way
over a handful of letters
scorching what had been
(un)dying professions of love
i listened
as the very same fire
cackled and roared
while its light flickered
over my face
i watched it dance
as the wind
fanned its flames
gradually reducing everything
to embers
leaving me
only with its heat
to thaw
the coldness within.
4 comments:
That's a sad, but beautiful poem. I really like how you compare the flames of fire to the likeness of a snake.
thank you.
what can i say, i'm a pensive, melancholic person who is better at penning not happy but mostly sad thoughts and writings.
words & writing can sometime disslove a moment of sadnest but reading it repatly overtime really like holding blade with both hand bleeding. love like bandage, you need bigger one everytime you cut youself
alex, KL
hi milai!
would you be interested in co-authoring a blog about men/relationships?
you are a very good writer!
please let me know...
http://martiansandme.blogspot.com
I have other friends who are members (long story) but are busy at the moment.
Thanks!
Faye
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