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,
Reneilda,
~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
Pleading
Let my memories ignite,
As if the frosts passed, and I slept happily.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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