misled love

she’d prick her digits with needles

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she’d kiss the red beads welling

from moon pale fingerprints

and leave her mark through

crimson half-moon crescents

on some helpless victim’s cheek

pain steeped with love

diffusing into confusion

.

these days she caresses her fingertips

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they live in cloud white gauze cocoons

but they fail to sprout gossamer wings

she doesn’t leave butterfly kisses now

her love long sucked dry

day by day she wonders why

moon lips and scarlet symbols

had ever been enough.

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Hi, there. I am new here so I will like to write a review for you. Even though I am not good at poem reviewing, I still do my best.

This is very...dark poem...? So it is about a woman who is no-longer a loving woman who was full of love by some ex who had broken her? I don't know. I thought it was a horror poem about a woman who murdered someone who hurt her.

Well, there's one thing about this poem that needed to be improve-and it is punctation. It looked like a long sentence that was space out in two lines. Maybe you need to put some punctation in this, man. I don't know...maybe people who are famous writer do that. I am not a queen of poety.

(I am the Queen of Video Games..lol)

Anyway, this is a great poem. It is good. That's all that I have to say. It was good.

Well, bye!

Thanks for the review! The spacing and lack of grammar was intentional.

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Soulfulwriter
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The Stream of the poem moves really nicely. Talking about the pain and having her love sucked dry. Kind of like a heart breaking poem or the poem of which one has lost their love to some kind of tragic moment. I could read this over and over and it truly has touched my heart. I know that many people look for their love and never find it or are just too stubborn to understand that it’s there somewhere in this dysfunctional world.



You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into… the Twilight Zone.
— Rod Serling