Promised I’ll love you till the end
I just want to be your good friend
I want to share your ups & downs
I just want to be around
You thought me a mole
The one who surrendered his soul
You thought me a rift
Who parted you with your treasured gift.
But it’s all wrong, it’s all fake;
These confessions you will never take.
From the shores of darkness;
Sails a hope.
A ballad unheard;
Better be retold.
Let the ashes stay;
Let the phoenix rise.
A tale from the abbots age;
Is worth every cry.
That I loved;
And love I preached.
May my soul;
Rest In Peace…!
Waiting for your comments with an open arms..! :)
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It gives a calming feel all the same underneath the angst.. dont know why.. but I guess its a good thing? ..Perhaps.
Keep writing~
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LOVED THIS!!!
Sad poem,
still I love the magic of the poem.
My favorite stanza is:
"Let the ashes stay;
Let the phoenix rise.
A tale from the abbots age;
Is worth every cry."
Tears are like rain to some, and to others like [phloem] of a tree. And when shed it could be a disaster or a cleansing experience. Seems like you cried, and shed the living tissue that carries organic nutrients of your soul, when you cry for this person.
Great wright!
And hope your soul mends soon!!!
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Nice
A little bit of notes will certainly help the readers understand the poem in a better manner. I feel you have done well to express your feelings. I don't find any room for making improvement and I enjoyed reading it. All the best.
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again ,, i would say,, make your words more worthy,,
your poems are just normal extent,, make some height of your work,,,
by
the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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uhmm good
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