Post #5800

In the silence as the dead soul.. The sound of my voice calling your name in the void, Woke up the sleeping nights.. The burning flames from the cry of an unspoken words, The rage in an unexpressed feelings between the first kiss and the last good bye,, the glow in the drops of painful tears,,, the shade of bright colors in the bleeding heart,,,, Made the twinkling stars feel a twinge of envy... Everything turned to visual poetry, When the smoke from floating cloud draw your portrait, And never in my life my lungs ever craved more to inhale a smoke that toxic to life... ~failed engineer #review #poetry