Poem -
Crestfallen.
Curse of the poet.
I'm a creature of habit.
I repent and I sin.
But never shall I admit.
You were my emerald,
Diamond and silver.
And I, your ruby stone,
Smoke and mirror.
My mouth filled,
With your aftertaste.
Let faith bloom inside me.
I'm just a toxic waste.
A tired body carrying
The heart of a sinner.
With a saint's blood.
Never was I an abstainer.
-U.J
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Hi U.J.!!......your way with words is VERY recognizable......and of course that's a very good thing........beautifully expressed romantic tragedy (of sorts)......I Love these lines ~
~ "Let faith bloom inside me
I'm just a toxic waste.
A tired body carrying
The heart of a sinner..."
ALL STARS!!...Well done dear pet sister!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo ??✴❤✴?
Thank you, Tony!
Just beautiful!
Thanks, love!
Lovely poem, as always, UJ.
Did it taste anything like blood, perhaps? Kinda coppery, with an iron ambiance?
Heh-heh-heh...
~Dean Kuch ;)