Beforehand

You gave me the sun through the palm of your hands,

And I thought, how wonderful this power is,

Until you pulled away with such wind-blown speed,

As if suddenly ashamed to have chosen me.

And ever since then, my hands have been cold,

As cold as the wish of you letting me know,

That in the end, you would eventually leave,

During the middle of Winter, leaving me alone to grieve.

Author's Note

Would love feedback

Reviews

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

this was very heartfelt and defiantly tells a story. Great write :)

[Libby Carsons]

thanks so much!

[Zahra]

i really liked this poem, it flows so beautifully. Well penned

[Libby Carsons]

thank you!

[Riley Bray]

I don't have any constructive feedback for you, since I think this poem is perfect as is. You did a really good job on this one!

[Libby Carsons]

wow thank you so much!!

[Timothy]

Wow, great job!

[Libby Carsons]

thanksss!!

[Wórdsmíth]

You're totally insane, i don't know how n from where towhere you get idea to write , but from anywhere you got, iloved yout=r insanity, writin' words so simple, but works as a winter..lol..

[Libby Carsons]

wow, thank you so much!

[junaid altaf]

YOUR IMAGINATION IS SIMPLY EXOTIC!
and the way u have used the winter and the sun
it says it all!

[Libby Carsons]

I really appreciate it thank you!

[junaid altaf]

welcome

[17thWhitePrince]

A really really good poem indeed !!!
Very very nice =D
Impressive !!

"That in the end, you would eventually leave,
During the middle of Winter, leaving me alone to
grieve."


Well done !!!

[Libby Carsons]

thank you very much!

[Nick.B]

Interesting imaginary, it has a bitter taste to it, of a lost love....great job

[Libby Carsons]

thanks I appreciate it!