I stroll through the alleys between buildings
My hands are at my side,
tapping,
itching for an answer
And looking back at you,
you were never really mine
to begin with
I have taken a walk to clear my head
and when I get back,
I will paint these white walls red
Specifically,
I will paint all the walls we made our love on
to remind you,
it must have meant something
meant something
Poignant. Cool read. Thanks
craig
Beautiful! This one is the
Beautiful! This one is like a slap in the face that you know you deserved. Masterfully written.
this is short
but it resonates volumes...
I think so highly of you as a poet
you know I have a folder... "WORLDS GREATEST POETRY copywrite 1904"
your poem"Cedar Trees" resides there....
that poem is one of the best poems
that I have ever read bar none
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Thank you Dylan. I was aware
Thank you Dylan. I was aware of the folder and my poem being in it and it is a true honor. I hope you have a wonderful holiday next week and an even better new year.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.