Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Depression of Thyself (What the? :D)

Decline. Hopelessness. Misery. Words that made up my self when I think about this poem. Blah, blah, blah... Don't know what to say next! Just, uhh.. peruse!!

Yours by the red roses,
~Reborn Poetess~                                                                           

Melancholy of the Frozen Flames

Crimson and auburn
Burst out
Heartbeats shout together
As if they were carried by a tornado

Scorching and burning
Blaze, O!
Embers kindle upon me
I want to neglect my undying emotion

Freezing, shivering
True enough
Icebergs surround me
Felt the clodness of truth, I fear

Crimson and auburn
Let my memories ignite,
As if the frosts passed, and I slept happily.


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