heartache
 

res miranda.

day of the dead. i lifted up my wounded heart.
surrendered it to the setting sun. you tore it
apart. at the seams it seems i never wished
on falling stars that you would stay
and live my way. and yet you wandered so far
to be by my side only to run.
to run and stem the crying tide you left in me.
you say your ambiguity makes you crazy but i
i am driven till i break by the memory of those
nights lying naked on the floor feeling the blood
in my veins and wanting pleading for more.
more of your sweet love. you are in my blood.
and today is the day of the dead.

res miranda.

Sweet sad poem. Thanks

So sad...so nice... Thanks for sharing!

very unique!

great stuff!

I am glad you were able to write in your own form, it is quite refreshing to see someone not write to be in a set form.
Your poem was able to have more impact for me.
Thanks

just when i thought i couldnt get any sadder

I dont know if I should feel sorry for you , or enjoy the fruits of your pain.....hows this, thanks for sharing