I swim through all your black and yellowed pages Licking all your salt-stained paper panes. I hate to see you cry but it’s contagious, The ink tastes better mingled with your pain. I glide into each one of your dark secrets And make them my own covert memories. I nibble past your tear-seasoned pictures And make them part of my own reveries. The voyeur looking past your own reflections And gazing into your infected soul. I cry for you in my sick delectations As I ponder over all the years I stole.
don't sweat it man, no-one replies to mine, and i've been posting here for years... i thought your poem was really great. i like how you use alot more original words and phrases, without sounding like you're trying too hard.
Good poem, the rhymes sounded very natural to me, which is rarer to find than one might think. Interesting topic, definitely grabbed my attention.
