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) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2026 14:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Our hearts are monsters, that's why our ribcage keeps them in.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
Here is a poem of rhyme following rhyme were colors have meaning. Nicely done
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