she fancies herself a spring
even dresses as one
bright and vibrant
budding

but spring is supposed to be a beginning
and she only brings ends

the end of dreams
the end of summers squandered
the end of me

her face
is as beautiful
as the harvest moon

her arms
possess the comfort
of a November fireplace

her voice
remains clutched
to my memory,
like the last of the October leaves,
trying to hold on
for one more season

a spring?...no she’s definitely a fall
In every sense of the word

our last embrace
was shortened
by the chill
of forgotten
importance

and our final kiss
tasted of burnt orange
and decomposing
foliage

many times since
I have wished
this were just a
late April shower
but love doesn’t turn
calendars
and hurt
knows no
season
even so…

I’m a man
I don’t have to bleed
to be broken

I don’t have to pass
to feel dead

all I have to do
is look into those
smoky eyes
to see that winter
is on
the
horizon



kc '10

poignant with a punch, so good!

Wow, lovely yet sad

thank you...

well i guess it is...thank you






thanks my friend

Heart Tugging,,,Beautifully filled with emotion

awww you big softy you...

Really enjoyed reading this kcOOO3!


This one is DOPE!!!


"our last embrace
was shortened
by the chill
of forgotten
importance

and our final kiss
tasted of burnt orange
and decomposing
foliage".

I know that ending taste (unfortunately) too Brah!!!

as well, my favorite lines. very well done. excellent job of conveying emotion through imagery.

here's to better taste...

thank you for taking the time...

thank you E-9

Oh man, KC...this sooooo hits home!!
Great write!!

thank you....and guess i'm sorry to

loved it!!!!

A truly beautiful description of sorrow.

Even as I sleep she haunts me.
Padding through the empty chambers of my sole.
Colouring the tapestries
with what could be
and what has never been.