Transfused no more.

From the transfusion

of emotions shared.

I didn't know

you had.... a syringe.

Overtime I felt..

your love withdrawal.

Too late

I reached out, cold

the bed, empty.

In the end,

memories frozen 

of fire now gone,

only charcoal remains.

Reviews

[McBear]

I loved the analogy c: Well written

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks for your reviews Poison

[McBear]

That is no problem! :D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

only charcoal, and veins without love blood in them...been sucked dry...
nice analogy done here, my friend.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much for your kind words Jacob