Complete.

Pulling through mire
Of stone cold flames
Of forgotten intentions
Of misnamed blames
For your vicious attire
Creates a colder fire

 

Those eyes of green
Sends down an ache
Comparable to death
And for my own sake
You leave me, unseen
Your sanity, pristine

 

That smile
That laugh
That golden frown
Holds golden kills
And golden quills
Put down the crown
The staff
The guile

 

You’ve finally done it.
You’ve broken my will.

Author's Note

It is what it is.

Reviews

[Jacqueline]

I like this poem.
It has a very original style.
The rhyming is so you. :]

Love the last two lines.

"You've finally done it.
You've broken my will."

Awesome.

[The Reticent Receptioni..]

heart.

rhyming often makes me cringe, but this is masterfully done. most people (including myself, most of the time) don't know how to marshal rhyming words; you do!! :)