A crimson waterfall
Oh how it tumbles
Every twist a whispered promise
Every turn a sweet secret
A smoldering coal
In the bed of your mind
Quiet and steady it grows
Transforming in your mind’s eye
A silken tomb for your attention span
A skin you ache to wear
Oh how the shadows play at its sinful edges
An anxious curiosity
Whose hands will rest
On burning coals?
Whose eyes will reflect
Flickering candle light?
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Confessions of a Teenage Poet
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written over the years. I hope you enjoy them because I enjoyed writing them. Each poem has a meaning and each is important. Please respect my work and try to see the meaning in them. Feel free to critic...
