every time i remember you
i reach up and brush my fingers
across the sunset, because
the way the firey sun burns my skin
makes me forget you existed.
and even though the pinks
from my skin imbue the horizon,
society thinks that those
rosy hues belong in the sky.
the indigo-violets are only
the bruises that you left on
my heart, projected through
my wildflower eyes
like those old movies that you loved so much.
and when the sun goes down,
i crumble and die.
ashes to ashes.
love to dust.
and a million miles away
across the western sky
wildflowers bloom in
your backyard.
Author notes
i'm not sure where i am anymore.
but i used the title option.
A contest entry
- options and sub-obtions. by sharptooth.
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Ah, I was gonna copy my favourite part, but the person below did, so I won't. Instead, I'll copy my favourite verse:
'the indigo-violets are only
the bruises that you left on
my heart, projected through
my wildflower eyes'
That's very nice.
If I was to make much of a comment, it would probably be very similar to 'sharptooth''s comment down there.. so let's pretend. Nicely done.
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"ashes to ashes.
love to dust."
This poem kind of made me want to cry. Beautiful.
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aw. i'm a sucker for end lines & this poem ended beautifully. i thought you did well with the prompt - i felt the distance in the poem
the use of the colors enhanced the sky imagery & i love the line "makes me forget you existed"
thanks for submitting!
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