Time Is The Crime
Love Is Its Weapon
nursery rhymes and blurry lines
sad songs on repeat
red flags wave like warning signs
in the middle of the street
*
distant smiles and hollow eyes
a new direction, gaze
the many lies that soon devise
a heart engulfed in flames
*
roses soused and stagnate
remnants of celebrations past
languish and deteriorate
like love, that couldn't last
*
faded, brittle and broken
petals shatter as they fall
void now, as words were spoken
loves response to youths last call
*
a beauty unlike another
a victim in the hands of time
biding calm, like it was a buffer
ravaging, without committing any crime
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (6)
Such a poignant poem! I loved it so much!
Beautiful and emotive, as always!
Quite the sad way of looking at the passage of time, but beautiful and makes you appreciate the beauty while it lasts.
Petals falling from the stem to join the earth & be born again.
Whew your way with words 😩
Great poem ❤️💯📝👌