Burned
poem by:
Royce B
Written
on Apr 17, 2016
My friend said to burn everything that reminds me of you But really, what am I to do? Should I burn the shirt on my back since I wore it to one of our dates? Am I to burn the phone we spoke on at night so late? What about my car's empty passenger seat, Or the blanket with which we shared body heat? Would I burn the bed? Or anywhere else our passions burned red? Am I to burn my writing? Notes and poetry that to you now mean nothing? Shall I burn my fingers that I wrapped in your curls? Or the heart strings you left in a burl? Shall I burn my leg? It was scarred preparing a date for which now I can't even beg Am I to burn my flesh, As it lingers for your touch and lips that tasted so fresh? Can I burn my heart? Cauterize the wounds left when you tore it apart? How can I set the sky ablaze With the sunsets we watched and the stars at which We gazed? Am I to burn it all? Why would I want to? When all I want, is you
Tags: sad, love, depressing, wishful,
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K Alexander commented:
Powerful can really feel that you poured your heart into this
Charde' Ridgeway
commented:
love this
Christopher Russon
commented:
Love this poem.really heartfelt.
Ariana Lugo
commented:
To forget is throw one to one the stones to the lake.
