Don'T Cry Over Spilled Sunsets Poem by Aria Siren

A rather mournful ending for such a wonderful image. I find it interesting how it begins with the beauty that is Grey and Rain. And in the end, though you describe the sunset in such detail, but you've missed it. So many interpretations come to my mind, like looking at this piece through a kaleidoscope. But taking it literally for a change is also... an interesting outlook on writing. For me at least. But who am I?

Of blushed reassurance He interrupted laughter... I love these two lines. its like being caught in a private moment with someone- interrupted. Love the images of this poem, especially the bleeding orange of spilled sunsets!

Beautiful uncertainty Of blushed reassurance Those are my favorite 2 lines, cuz I lived them! haha This whole poem is good. Exciting imagery crashes lightly into itself in the readers mind. I like the energy of this. Thanks for sharing.

I like this one as well my dear......I love the fact that you used colors to represent feeling, they really painted the picture....and belabored the point well. He said if I turned my head I would miss it If I blinked it would melt Love that line BTW.