Unforbidden love with teeth made of fangs.
Luscious veins, so tempting.
Dreadful cries, inside, collide.
Blood so needing, for love she wants.
Sunsets & she’s following him in the shadows.
No love will be shown to her innless he wants to follow.
Dreams call the name of her tormentor.
Sleep with the light, walk & seek for him within the night.
Scared of her very own illness & wants to die with all her might, but she has to have him just one night.
Disgusted of what she has become, but she badly wants to belong.
She can’t have him, because of the very kind of monster she is.
Her fangs have touched the skin of death.
The love she wants cannot be kept.
She can’t live life with loneliness, so she wants death.
She wakes at dawn to her fate; she knows this was not to late.
Her goddess beautiful ageless face stepped into the light.
She thought that very same night; she loves him with all her might.
As she goes painless & willingly, for love in her soul set her free…
I cannot believe that you are only 15, this poem is beautiful and very thought provoking...there is no feeling like love and this poem brings that knowledge home. You are talented and have a wonderful way with words..never stop writing.
you got lots of potential, nice to see a high school aged poet doing something new.
No offense to you, and no personal remark upon your poems, but i think ezra pound would be turning over in his grave that you have a higher rank on the top 500 poets than he does. Well done...!
wow. That poem was really...captivating. I am impressed, which takes alot. You should post some more.
This is wonderfully bleak and haunting. Very well done. Check out some of my poems please
I am so impressed. For someone so young, this poem was captivating, heart-wretching and thought provoking. It paints a beautiful picture of her love to belong. I can't find the words to decribe how much I love this poem. I have to show this poem to another that has her poem on this same site. Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To: Young and Aspiring, By the way, LUV the poem! It's amAzing how much heart and pride in a teen can do to our minds, writing these beautiful, tear-jerking poems and proses. Oh yeah, I'm not 86, I'm just 13, I just felt like puttin' that. Lol. Anyway, this poem made me think of what it would be like to love someone, but not be able to be loved back. It's hard to get me to think about something while I'm reading it. Outstanding piece! If you are interested into writing and reading poems like yours, then you should check out my reflecting poem, it's called, 'Whoa...'. Well, all I can say is that you blessed this poem with so much wonderful insight on love, life, and death. AWESOME! Oh yeah, my name is Clara 'Fig Newton' DeStefano. <- It's also my poet name on here.