The heart absent from time to time,
comes slowly waltzing into this scene,
to burn a memory, long lasting.
One to cause decay.
I will choke on envy, and suffer for what it is worth.
I will watch this from my own grave,
not within the earth, but behind eyes and teeth,
as it fades, so shall I, so shall they.
Nice, Reflective
I like the style and tone of this poem ~allets~
Thank you
Im glad, i havent ever gotten any feedback on my writing. Its nice to see someone likes it
Feedback
A good word. Just reread poem. Bravo and encore! -Stella
Im really glad you enjoyed
Im really glad you enjoyed it. Are u on facebook?