Redlark
10-27-2005, 03:57 PM
I wrote this on whim. I haven't seriously written any poetry for a long time, but lately I've been having fun with it. Please critique.
Old Flame Never Burned
I thought for an old kindling, the could of been be,
Late night chats that spurred my waning curiosity.
Never stole a kiss, only remember one good hug,
But the looks in the eyes and the feels that stormed...
Something inside me screamed:
Now! She IS TO BE!!!
When I vent about old loves,
When I recall of old flames,
Her name never comes up,
For she is my blood that is too painful to spill out.
Old Flame Never Burned
I thought for an old kindling, the could of been be,
Late night chats that spurred my waning curiosity.
Never stole a kiss, only remember one good hug,
But the looks in the eyes and the feels that stormed...
Something inside me screamed:
Now! She IS TO BE!!!
When I vent about old loves,
When I recall of old flames,
Her name never comes up,
For she is my blood that is too painful to spill out.