Treasure Island

Jason Grant


departure


In blacked flames I dance,
tired of playing these games,
bewindering in the blames,
why does this happen to me,
I have to flee,
why must you set me free?
I just want you all over me
why must you leave me be?
Ijust want you to love me,
yet you let me waste away,
In decay.

Submitted: Friday, December 02, 2011

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  • Chris Blazo (10/2/2012 1:17:00 PM)

    Call her a bitch and move on bro! You'll find someone even better. Good write! (Report) Reply

  • Cosmic Dreamer (1/31/2012 5:10:00 PM)

    A vivid portrait of love so fresh yet so familiar...

    Would you pull the shade across us?
    Blur my vision of perfection?
    Bitch slap my hopes of this living dream?
    I have placed my every belief in you,
    Yet freely you trample upon my soul,
    Why is this departure so painful? ..

    The death of love is never a pretty sight, nor is it easy on those who have danced the dream of love... However, it is sometimes an important lesson in achieving the goals of life... Love never dies... Very nice poem... (Report) Reply

  • Kelsi Brockway (1/31/2012 12:10:00 PM)

    I really like this poem. It is sad yet beautiful and few poets can capture the emotions shown so clearly in your poem. (Report) Reply

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