Open Poetry #48 |
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Haunted love |
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KentAshbyKorb Member
since 2013-05-05
Posts 99Nc USA |
Though gone away from me Far-gone away today My soul sings Of the things That mention Thoughts of yesterday Those moments held between us when Our hearts were beating close It stings me now This memory Invisible like a ghost I wonder what I could have done What now am I to do A bitter sweet This pain I feel When filled with thoughts of you My memories are haunting Yet I'll keep them ever close My love for you Till final breath When I release my ghost It's fantasy A fantasy Of happier days beheld That linger long within my song To hold me at the helm Abreast your breast My chest to yours The fading pulsed caress A feast of favored passion And a failure of a test I failed you than I fail you now Is it forbidden? Love? The fruit we ate We did partake in moments Full of want But now my tears are streaming As overflow Niagra Can't boast a wetter day Than mine Even if it had to To boast of all the sweetness That the fruit of your design Gave to me in heart, in thought Implanted in my mind What am I? Just a fool I ask For simply loving you? I wonder has my love but made me Like a foolish tool? A tool for pleasure Tool for pain To wrench our souls Of what we'd gain Since I'm the man I'll take the blame Regarding you no less A darling fading memory That puts my soul to test A cherished nourished memory From which I glean my rest My restless being longs to see You at your very best Which was what I had thought I lent A chance to best my best? Another shot at loving you Or not If you contest! It's in this prison of a song Where long is my arrest I'll love it long, my haunted heart May love you yet in death! "Striking thoughts make my mouth thunder as I brain storm." |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
hello kent, l love the rythmes of the poem and the "dark" declaration of love, it is somehow hypnotizing and very sensitive, may the person you live read that beauiful poem, yann |
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