A fleeting feeling, a heart's demise
No one is true, unless you rhyme
A bucket of lies, spilled and dyed
Now I'm painting, till I'm tainted
Love is red, you sure are dead
Because love is black, now he's back
Keep him away, and do not sway
For love is black, now you're back
Keep him dead, in your head
Until his lies, are untied
String by string, beware the sting
A fleeting feeling, a heart's demise
No one is true, unless you rhyme
Have you lied? With his mind?
To feel so dazed, in his restraint
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Author:
Irene Luzhin (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'd like to acknowledge the people who couldn't move on. Please. The person's not worth it. If they make you shed tears, are they really worth it? If they make you feel like crap, are they worth your time? No. They aren't even worth your thoughts. So suck up the tears, and forget them. Do better. Do greater. The world doesn't end just because they left. There are 8 billion people in the world, I'm sure you can and will find someone way better. Life is about experiences. Even if they sometimes hurt.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Well written. Your poem revolves around the duality of love—its passionate highs and devastating lows. It delves into themes of betrayal, the struggle for emotional clarity, and the cyclical nature of love and pain.
A powerful poem of loss and how to handle it. Nicely worded in most poetic form it uses metaphor to make its point. Nicely done
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