Shadow

Companions

Skin and bone,
rotting tragedies.
For a moment I believed
in you again.
Moscato filled lungs,
burning throat and
lost problems.
We turned into the ones
we saw down the avenue.

I trailed behind you,
following your every
shadow. A puppet, holding
on to the strings for it
all.
Never in the daylight.

Congratulating your
hard work; though
I was the puppeteer.
How could I be both?

You were the moon
and I was the stars;
I needed you to shine
but without me, what
beauty are you?

Author's Note

:)) - Melody x (chéri)

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

This is simply heart touching. The way you have written about the mixed emotions, this poem conveys it all.

[Onlyme]

Me and you, and our inner demons. Eating us up.

[Mr.Writer]

This is.. amazing! It has different emotions that can somehow let readers feel and relate to.
Well done Cheri!
XXshaan

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice use of language my friend.
"You were the moon
and I was the stars;
I needed you to shine
but without me, what
beauty are you?"
I liked the above lines. You asked the right questions. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

I absolutely love this!! The flow is so great!

[Correspondence]

Wow, this is very brilliant. I like the puppet/strings analogy. It can often feel like that sometimes when you fall prey to temptation or lose self-control. Well done !! :)

[wordman]

well this is so familiar,happens every day somewhere
you described it so eloquently