you left a leaving note on the dusty hallway.
where the crickets sing, and death plays the piano.
it said you were gone, for a long time.
for an eternity.
for a lifetime.
but it struck me, when i noticed the fact,
that love was created between,
just to be destroyed.
by things we do not have control upon,
by feelings that ran out of their caves, and fell down, the hill of death.
the reason why the sun burns now, is hidden with you forever,
and since you are gone now,
i still find it hard to believe that,
the letter is still warm with your touch.
and the smell of my blood,
as the ink.
YOU ARE READING
fangs of youth
Poetryteenage is where it all begins. love, lust, desires, trust, honesty, and every little thing considered unimportant for us before. because now, the fangs shall arise. it maybe good or bad, but it all depends on the reader, because the poems, will ta...
