Poem Body
So who even remembers the nights spent
in warmth rapture
has it all died?
Where has love gone
or was it lust
after all
No matter
where has it gone/
Or does it still live
deep inside
waiting to be rescued
so wanting to live again
But where
where is the one that will
un ravel my heart
to reveal it's
true worth
as the time
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Comments
Mark
Thank you so much for seeing what this poem is about. There is still a lot of life in me just waiting to live again
Perfect ending
I love the questioning nature, the phrasing pans out perfectly and leads to final realization that despite the darkness you still recognize that the feeling is still there and longs to rise from the ashes of demise much like the Phoenix, all it need is someone to set the the fire of passion for you to rise from
Andrew
Thanks so much
Stoke that lust,
Stoke that lust,
poke that fire,
kindle that flame
of hearts desire.
lets go out and embarrass ourselves before its over.
(Not keen on the opening line, perhaps you could re-jig it? )
Obi,