Maybe this time I'll let her lips stain my palms, so you can catch me red handed.
Then we can watch the pages of our past burn together,
Curling at the edges and turning to ash, while the life we shared falls to ruins.
As we let the pieces collapse through our fingertips,
We will ignite the remains of a love we both lost.
Brooke, this is a seriously great poem. I love where you said, "Curling at the edges and turning to ash." It sounds so smooth and the description is so easy to picture.
ReplyDeleteThis was a well written poem. it was excellent! i love where you wrote "Maybe this time I'll let her lips stain my palms, so you can catch me red handed."
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think! Do you want your 'shared life' to be over? Or is it just uncontrollably happening. It makes me wonder when you say..'as we LET the pieces collapse through our fingertips'
ReplyDeleteInteresting way to put it. Its like you dont want it to happen, but whoever you are with, itll be okay if things turn badly.
Brooke, I love you. And this poem is amazing. Very clever. never knew you had this amazing talent! ;] write a poem for me <3
ReplyDeleteBrooke!! I love this piece, you are so beast :) The first line is my favorite- its clever! And when you had the rhyme of 'pages of our past' with 'turning to ash' I thought that sounded great!!
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