Friday, March 20, 2009

Ruthless Romance


Her tendrils
Sprout
In his
Placid touch

She starves
For more of
His unsaid love

A sudden outburst
He stares
With his
Crimson eyes

Ripping her trust
He walks off
Throwing
A few pennies
As always

2 comments:

S A J I T H said...

poetry needs real skill..u r blessed.!!

Chweetkavi said...

Thanks