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She disappears,
now
in a burning haze,
streaming away,
across
another frontier
& the loss
stings.
I am not here
anymore,
these are only
written-words
I've configured in ways
I cannot truly explain,
as she took my love,
all of it,
and I wonder
if it lies
bottled up
in a glass chair
under her bed
out of her sight.
I told her I had shut down,
there was nothing there anymore,
then I kissed her again.
I lied.
If ever love is real
I'm too young to feel
A heart with nothing to conceal
**what would feelings reveal?
2014©
"Pain turns hope into scars that burn"* ~~ *Rose


Painfully aware
Of things I see
And I do not dare
Touch what I believe
One single caress
And hope diminishes
What you're left with
Is empty promises
And unfulfilled wishes
The remnants of faith
Are simply ugly markings
Left upon your body
Causing a fire of darkness
And smoke rising
Made of sadness
That disappears
Into the atmosphere
Until you're left with...





Absolutely nothing
Quoted line from "I Killed Her" by Rose, for Frank's "Let's Do A Line!" challenge. This was the first poem I recall reading from Rose and I've been hooked on her poetry ever since then, thanks for the inspiration ***, love ya. :)
She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.
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