~ Buried ~ - Poem by Goldie Lopez
You buried me with petals...
of fake golden flowers,
with horizons vast with fury, and blazing flames.
Plastic was the touch your fingers amused.
How cold desire eludes...
You haunted my essence, twisted my point of view
Forging emptiness, begging for what used to be.
No words can convey or conceive;
hours held hostage by thee.
Felt like doom, my despair
We once was a flamboyant pair
Ideas a-like we both compared
Like the wind you drifted away,
dwindling from my finger tips.
A whisper echoes… it was your tears?
You've took the very thing that gave me strength...
and brought fear,
broken pieces lay aside, once bringing joy;
for it was my heart you toyed.
Whose voice I hear?
A whisper echoes,
Comments about ~ Buried ~ by Goldie Lopez
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You