Soren Valentine


Confusion


Its been so long since we last met,
the forest floor has become our home,
How can we live when our blood's been let,
and is just another chapter in Love's tome?

Is this really what is left,
of old feathers that have been shed?
My heart has been part of the theft,
you've left me dying upon my bed.

What am I, a substitution?
I will be no part of your solution.
I will not give in to the illusion,
nor wrap myself in your confusion.

Don't cry for help,
for I'll watch you burn,
I'll hear your yelp,
and keep not your urn.

To me do you now turn?
Waste not your time little leaf,
though for me you now yearn.
Put your sword in its sheath,
and let my coffin alone.

Submitted: Thursday, October 04, 2012
Edited: Friday, October 05, 2012

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  • Tiger Lily Love (1/3/2013 12:25:00 PM)

    I loved this! Very captivating! Even though it was hard to decide my favorite line was:

    Don't cry for help,
    for I'll watch you burn,
    I'll hear your yelp,
    and keep not your urn.

    Those lines maybe harsh but i've thought them once or twice. This was a master piece! Great write! :) (Report) Reply

  • Alexis ... (10/16/2012 10:24:00 AM)

    I love this one! So dood lol. I like the metaphors, they are really powerful, but my favorite was the ending. Muy Bien! ! (Report) Reply

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