Soaring

Loss of love

From the ashes I rise like the smoke from a flame, invisibly broken never feeling again. Drifting and soaring through time and in space. Forever knowing I've lost at loves race. Placing second or third or most certainly last. With agony of loosing my trophy of past. Longing to love to feel hearts embrace. Never returning to love's tender place

Author's Note

My punctuation may need work! But I'm trying!

Reviews

[JetMardium]

Placing second or third or most certainly last. With agony of loosing my trophy of past. Longing to love to feel hearts embrace. Never returning to love's tender place

that verse is beautiful, I felt the place you were coming from spot on. great job on another piece

[Gejodi]

Beautifully written on so daunting a topic...lost love with without the hope of anew. great poem

[Crimson Apples]

TT-TT
*pats back*
Being unloved sucks. Especially when those you care for, mistreat you like s**t.
This was a wonderful poem, even if it was sad, it left me wishing for more. and huggin someone while sobbing.

[Fireyphoenix]

Again many thanks Crimson Apples!!! I will try quench your thirst for more! You are very sweet with such kind and wonderful compliments!!!!! Thank you!!!

[Crimson Apples]

No problem! I meant every word ;)