As February Came to an End He Left Only a Rose
Found diary
Journal friend
Kept his thoughts
Built his world
Words
Pain expressed
Felt
As it bled
Shared
With none
But one
And that page
Ripped clean
Erased
Into his spiral
Down he fell
Looking for
Windows
Doors
Escape
And broken down
Given in
He fell
And left to me
Into his words
He lives
He walks
Giving nothing to others
Given all to the world
Left
A mark
A bruise
It unfolds
Black blood
His blood
His ink
His world
To me
Not another soul
She said I love you
And then she said
Goodbye
And his eyes
Wet
They said read
Read my world
What I left
Everything I had
Only omitted are the bottles
They are smashed
Memories forgotten
Of memories not let go
Held tight
All left in words
In pain
In ink
Follow along
As all hope dies
All the songs
All of hope
All dying
As hope dies
And the blood dries
Right along with it
In those
He left his tears
Before they drowned him
Escaping from his mind
All onto the pages
I hold in my hand
And I will write
My good bye
My
I miss you
My song
Into his words
On his pages
Into his world
And he will read them
And say thank you
And smile
For though the pages
As hope died
The meaning hidden
Unfolds
Saying
I’m sorry
And saying
What spoken words never did
I love you
This was the most appropriate
And perfect way
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Stunning
Wow, a poem so heartfelt I almost cried....a beautiful, beautiful piece ♥
Wow! Thank you!
Comming from a master of this artful craft, I can only say thank you, for those words truly blessed my day.
For all it's worth...
Ditto
You're more than welcome, a born artist like you shouldn't need telling how unique and original your poems are, but I'm glad that what I said helped you...Jewel ♥
this is beautiful
i don't really know what is supposed to be going on here but it's the kind of poem that can mean a million different things to each one that reads it. i think it's better that way. i like the way you split the lines- makes it more artistic.