Fate Sealed With A Kiss

Fate Sealed With A Kiss

A Poem by Shayla Sayer

Fate Sealed With A Kiss

 

A kiss that stops just short of a heart

Misses and collides with a wall

That once erected

Will never withdrawal.

 

Living in slow motion

Scared to move past the rest

You start to blend into the walls around you

Shapes molding to fit your surroundings

Afraid to be seen.

But camouflage can only disguise

That it’s internally that you die.

The decay is masked by the smell of the flowers

Adorning your curled hair

And as the smiles crack your well placed mask

The paint begins to wear away.

“True happiness”?

Feigned is just as good

As any smile another can bring

Because fake never leaves…

Just repair the cracks

And repaint the sparkle in your eyes.

 

A kiss that caresses the soul

Heals what has been forgotten and left behind

Turns over a new leaf in a once barren tree

Clears a hurt and clouded mind.

 

By: Shayla Sayer

 

© 2012 Shayla Sayer


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I really enjoyed the piece.. I especially liked the first stanza and the last... I could feel the pain of emptiness while reading it.. I am not sure I would change anything about the poem..

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love the last verse in particular. :)

The only advice I have is maybe add some more punctuation. Some people don't like over-punctuating their writing... but it just seemed to me as if there were periods thrown about in random places.

Posted 12 Years Ago


A wonderful flow of ink ya got here. It takes us upon the hill top of emotions and lets us see the difference between true caring and subtle indifference. I like how you set the piece up with the beginning and end surround the body with more positive energy. Much enjoyed!

Aaron

Posted 12 Years Ago


Truly something about this piece is touching and something else. It has a well penned formula that never gets old. You write with such a fine grasp on the sentiments explored by gifted minds.

Posted 12 Years Ago


An old emotion tied to the aged problem, a delicate and intriguing piece, well done, goodr ead.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on February 20, 2012
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Shayla Sayer
Shayla Sayer

Fontana, CA



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i love to write. i have been penning down my feelings since i was 13. in my own opinion, writing is sort of like love and wine--it only gets better with age. more..

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