The connection is lost, the dream is dead
to magical times and words softly said.
The heart bleeds crimson to that sad love song;
it cries over everything that went wrong
with your life, my life, and things unspoken.
There’s no going back to a life that is broken
by long lies, poetry, and hearts that sing
before it had a chance to spread its wings.
It died in my arms with your killing truth
like the falling, fading bloom of our youth.
Kiss the sweet dream goodbye and learn to grieve,
But don’t ever forget to still believe
in true love out there waiting to be found
to heal the deepest, saddest, darkest wound.

What a beautiful poem Cruzer... I look forward to reading some more of your work

Lovely. I solemn fairwell trapped in a yesteryear...born a futuristic hope. Very good, I dig it

Thank you for your comments. I have had a passion for poetry since I was young - I don't know if I'm any good at it but it sure is fun writing - and reading.

I think it's gr8T! I've never written poetry up until a few dayz ago. I understand 'not knowing if it's any good or not' but being totally fun to do anyway! lol! Helps to strech the mind and I'm inspired by you as well as the rest out here. Welcome.

Wow Cruzer...I felt as though I was in your heart, feeling your thoughts. Beautifully expressed!!!!

Beautiful writing as always, but I really only cared for the last 3 lines

But don't ever forget to still believe....