Confession~

exploring a sadder side of love

 

 

Within my clandestine thoughts,

I dance upon constellations
like some forbidden fairy
lost in someone else's dream.

There is only darkness
in this place,
and I confess, these petals I pick;
are only water color flowers
created by teardrops
and the ink of this poet's pen.

I have whispered love
softly in shadows
and hushed my heart;
held it to a flutter
these emotions left unspoken

until the sun rose in his eyes

Now all I see is his smile
his love that takes me away
from this gray cloud of despair
this backdrop, void of color
where I had become just a prop.

How can one claim to love,
yet steal your light?

So, I must take my own advice
at last, and follow my heart,
for what is a poet
without her passion...


♥♥



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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

passion almost writes itself...and i am not sure a poet's light is ever completely stolen, there is always that flicker that can turn back into flame.
j.

[poet2angels (lynda)]

thank you so much for these words, my friend. I love that thought!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Look forward to reading more of your work...there is such soft touch to what you write...and with your visuals we are allowed to touch.
j.

[poet2angels (lynda)]

Thank you so much. I need to get back here more :)

[D. Nelson]

this is very beautiful, i love the way the story takes you up from a dark place to having hope again.

great wording, great piece, and great work!

(ps. thanks for all three of those reviews, very helpful! =])

[An owl on the moon]

Your words are so powerful, beautiful yet bittersweet. There is this darker edge to love we wish did not exist, but you are able to paint it so vividly in deeper hues. Wonderful work...

Craig

[Sincere]

i can feel the passion from this write

thank you for your note