by Christopher Shin

Her whispers drags
the sand through
the voices of dreams.
She holds me with
haunting words.

Time melts all around
me like wax that seem
so tangleable but fades
into red.

Slowly I dragged my
words as she sings
about winters long

Summer seems brings
a heat that makes
my heart crave her
more in the lonely
days ahead.

Yet her words
haunt force me
with anguish,
and I loved
the words she

And now it end
with falseness.


Posted on 03/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/09 at 04:33 PM

That'll be a tough one to shake. Heh. Great work.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/24/09 at 05:05 AM


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