Her Crimson Napkin

Her tear stains her crimson napkin.
The smell of dying flesh, shattered hearts
Mistakes that will never wash away.
And still you expect her to love you
Like she did when you first met.
 
As you slashed her head you wanted her to stay,
As you called her abusive names you still thought
That she would stay.
Blood stains on her shirt, tears in a tea mug.
The mistakes you foolishly made.
 
No one ever forgets
Heads filled with regret,
Bags on the threshold.
The pain on that once innocent face
Brings back the shame.
 
Your tears stain her crimson napkin.
Shattered table tops, dying roses.
Love so flimsy and easy to waste.
Realising it is best that she doesn’t love you
Like she did that first day.
 
Mistakes that will never change her way.
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Samara1carter
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Her Crimson Napkin is very deep, I can see that your talking about either the one person killed her or the dying flesh of the other as in the heart was dying away. Mistakes would be the faults human lovers make every day and can never be washed away. As in when first lovers always meet. When you said Slash her head it sounds as if you where trying to kill her in a way. or force her to speak. Abusive names never work for future note because after a women takes so many abusive names they just don't want to be with said person.
She might of been fighting back when you said blood stains on her shirt but yet again I think this Poem talks about the Guy killing the girl. But thats what I think anyways. This was very deep and filled with the soul yet dark and mysterious.

Hey, thanks heaps for the comment. It is more about assault and how the guy still thought that she would still with him. It is about how at times people don't realise what they do to people and how it effects them. It's probably one if the most full on poems I have ever written, content wise anyway.
Again thanks for the review! xx

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Craz
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This is really, really sad, but good at the same time. The dying flesh part got me a little confused though, and the last sentence. I'm not exactly good at reviewing poetry and this is my first try. Great poem! :D

:/ sad, but also beautifully written.



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