The Heart That Burned Itself Alive
dreams in crimson light
It loved too deep, it beat too fast,
A flame that danced against the tide.
But passion's fire was never meant to last,
And so it burned, and so it died.
It begged the sky, it cursed the rain,
Yet neither soothed nor heard its cry.
The echoes only spoke of pain,
A song of ghosts too lost to die.
The embers wept as dusk grew cold,
The Heart That Burned Itself Alive
For love was just a tale the ashes told.
The love that couldn't survive.
it whispered dreams in crimson light,
A spark within the frozen air.
Yet love was war, yet love was blight,
And no one came, no soul would care.
there it lay, a pile of dust,
A memory left scorched into the past.
For love was never built on trust,
And fire was never meant to last.
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
Comments (2)
"For love was never built on trust, And fire was never meant to last." Wow, these lines are deep! Wonderfully written, Karun!
This is so deep and emotionally powerful! Splendid job 😊