As sharp as a tack.
Like a slap in the face.
Do you know the kind
tongue blind
takes away your taste.
Rip's out your heart
lies tied in lace
outlined
love lights dimmed shine
shows this love a waist
Three fingers grasping ink pen
a journal in the other hand.
It hurts to see what cannot be
no longer part of my lifes plan.
This love was special and she is an Angel of a sort.
Just not my Angel.
''As sharp as a tack. Like a slap in the face. Do you know the kind tongue blind takes away your taste.'' It is the tongue which is blind killing the taste, what an irony, juxtaposition and paradoxical! Very good use of the poetical devices in the poem, these characteristics bears the traits of the modern poetry, i like the poem as like mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this one Mike, pity she is not your Angel.