I looked into the trees and watched time fade into the green,
And I wondered if the fire I felt would ever fade into my heart.
I plead with the stars and envy them for shining on you,
And the way you choose to take.
I see your image reflect in the tempting blade,
And am cut loose to sink slowly in the sea of masked souls.
I looked into the mirror and saw myself fade into the glass,
And I wondered if I was this transparent to you.
The grooves of my fingertips run over my brain as I search for food for thought. I remain hungry still.
This needs alot of work but had to get it down before I lost it
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Unpleasant feast
Do your protagonists always remain victims? Have they any healthy remedy for their obsession with the lost lover?
The images are not always clear, except on the lines about contemplating suicide.
Keep working.
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This is deep writing Carla, does speak of lost love well, in the deep expressive and creative vocabulary. it does need some work , i can see it growing into a lot more
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I looked into the mirror and saw myself fade into the glass,
And I wondered if I was this transparent to you.
Cindy
Gagiikwe
February 9, 2008