Tears of Wax

Quatrain

My once passionate life,

Charming crayola broads.

Came to a halt,

When she was sent from God.

But heartbreak burned,

As I dripped to the floor.

I cried waxy tears,

Like never before.

She still crosses my mind,

Though a little bit darker.

She ran off with him,

A crayola green marker.

Now tears of red,

So frequently stream.

As the pain of my heart,

Is so easily seen.

These ardent veins,

That gushed passionate red.

Have no reason to flow,

Since my burgundy fled.

Shades of maroon outline,

This broken carmine heart.

These crimson thoughts,

Want love to embark.

But my burgundy dreams,

Will never comeback.

For all of my happiness,

Has melted to wax.

Reviews

[MagiCrystal]

If you put it in those words you got me ! Love can kill the best desired and the best soul.
The wound is incurable, and I have a poem about this subject, The Incurable Wound.
How funny, it only bleeds when we allow it, Ha, who has this kind of control?
Brillante Poema ~

[just rose.]

I really love how you've sustained the metaphor so effectively here. The stanzas are tight and the emotion is kept in check by the brilliant images -- so that one feels it even more strongly. Excellent.

[Journey]

*Clapping loudly* Bravo!
This was so creative Raul. I like how you placed your emotions inside of the crayon box and colored so beautifully. You need to showcase this one.