Crimson. Warm. Fluid. Like blood, you swarmed through my crooked veins. You pumped inside of me like a melodious harmony, thrusting life into me. I remember days of endless sunsets & the musk of twilight tantalizing my nostrils.
Bursting. Throbbing. Jutting. Like a bloody rose, you sprung up through my beating heart. I can still feel being cracked wide open with laughter & standing over the brooding storm clouds.
Tender. Soft. Fleshy. Like a twittering sparrow, you shivered through me. You plagiarized the melody in my soul & waltzed through my ears like a beautiful sonata. I can still hear its echoes haunt my musings in the nighttime.
Cold. Frozen. Forgotten. Like a dream hours after one has awakened. I set free the longing to soar into the sunrise. I will remember no more the beautiful nightmare that haunts my melancholy mind. But like a phantom dancing in the sunbeams, I forget to unremember my hearts very beating.
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I can't criticize because I know nothing about poetry. Is it cool for a guy to write poetry though? I wonder...