Krystophe, moi Catastrophe! hehe

The skin of a love again -
The crisp white-green of afternoon
When light shines through
The leaves of tall trees,
In a place we haven't faced
For a while.

That life was lead
Too many ships ago,
And we crossed paths then
And we'll do it again,
But for now the sail is lit,
We are ablaze -
Masking hearts of discontent.
I saw your soul once -
We only lifted a few feet.
It was bright then,
but faded under my flesh.

Which colour are your eyes?
Blue or green?
A thoughtful perception never
Seemed
So few and Far between.

Why do we always gain
What we wanted before
We lost?
Simple matters ended
When our paths crossed...




Pretty lame i guess...

 

the first part of the poem i really like, its not lame... maybe work on the ending a little, but thats all. I think you did a good job, the first part of your poem kicks ass

 

yah i know what u mean.... but thankyou.....

 

hey clockwork orange just browsing over lots of poems at the mo! Liking this piece. there's something about the 1st stanza i quite like...the peaceful image of memory..