Sweet Catastrophe
Sweet, savoring taste of her eyes,
consumed by perceiving the depth of those auburn orbs,
Salty, spiciness in her tone of voice,
echoing the despair evident in the heart so inexorable,
Bitter, sourness taking its place on her beautiful face,
touched by the betrayals caused by her only love,
Fragrance of a thousand roses hitting his senses,
making him crave for his only heaven on earth,
He looked around in great expectations,
hoping to memorialize her memory one last time,
Deathly, worse than the smell emitted from a decaying corpse,
he could feel his end approaching in the form of her divinely self.
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
