The match made in hell (Pt. I)

 

HER

Intimacy drips

within raindrops

On her cheek

And runs the color

Of rose petals

From her skin

 

Don’t cry-

As the blood

It does dry

And the pain falls

From your eyes

 

But yet it retains

The green-colored stains

That makes up the shades

Of the gaze in your skies

 

HIM

Washed in wasted

Ocean-blue waves

Lightning red with

Bloodshot frays

Crash on the shore

 

The lonely desolate sand

Shifts with the agitated land

As foundations

Start to crumble

 

Don’t dig too deep

Those veins can’t hide

They tell the tale

Of hardships and lies

Reviews

[Mercury Mirrors]

Very pretty. I have to tell you that 'pedals' is actually spelled 'petals', other than that it's flawless.

[Wildfleour]

Excellent!!!!!!!!!!!

[ANNA]

Wow... this was very good.. you kept it together with the Her and Him...
Your words were sad and powerful
Like the touch silk
The drop of tears
Waiting to be heared
waiting to be felt
Very good

Anna

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Such vivid imagery and emotion - beautiful in its sadness. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha