Unnamed

by Illusion   Jun 28, 2008


Don't search
You will find me
beneath my name
carved or marked
on rough old plain.

Don't remind me
her demanding claims
who abandoned loved
for more sought fame.

And Don't make me think
of pink flowers again
blue lit candles
as the sun sets.

While she comes complaining
about half paid rents
Wishes me good luck
to save myself.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Wonderful write... with so few words you spoke so much...
    I wonder why you kept it as unnamed... give it a title.. :)

    "And Don't make me think
    of pink flowers again
    blue lit candles
    as the sun sets."

    ^^ beautiful stanza... I felt as if somebody left you and you dnt want to remember all those moments... the outburst could be felt in those lines...

    good write.. keep writing...

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