In case you had forgotten about me.

[Guest Jess]

The fires of hell are burning;

You tried to make me see.

It hurt so much,

To hear it from your lips;

To hear the insanity and pain.

I couldn't understand.

I wanted to take it all away.

Now you're gone;

I don't have to listen.

I don't have to hear you say,

That hells fires burn black.

I don't have to see,

That look in your eyes,

And worry that you're slipping away.

I don't have to beg you,

To show that you love me.

It doesn't hurt when you say no.

I can't see,

That you don't want me,

And it no longer galls,

When you look away.

Now you're gone,

And the only thing I can think,

Is how much I miss you,

How much I love you,

How much I want you back.

[Gyrfalcon]

*Gyrfalcon applauds*

 

No, I've not forgotten about ye. =)

 

I'm glad to see you back and posting such excellent poetry!

[Guest Xradion]

        The "your" in line 14 should read "you're." (Sorry, I feel like being a picky, anal-retentive bastard tonight for some strange reason ). Edit this post, and you will make me look like an even greater fool for having said this.

 

        Good poem, though. I enjoyed it.

 

*An enduring flame sits atop a spent candle, the wick having long since burned out, and the wax having melted away.*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Xradion,

The Horny Druid,

Scholar of the Ancient Arts,

Holder of the Eye of Odin.

 

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream."

-Wallace Stevens

 

"When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion