a good title for a poem

[emesaeler]

fingertips swimming and roses dying in the breeze
days spent lonely staring at sunset fairy tales
horses gallop between your feet, under your bed
the eyes come out, looking out for your well being
the days in chaos, spilling the beans, breaking the ice
the world on edge
willow trees and soft words whispering from the bushes
look up to the black skies with polluting eyes
see yourself looking in, fall in, crawl out
hold me close, embrace my love, smile
lean on my shoulder, I will lay my head on yours
roll into the grave, get comfortable
one hell of a ride
mixed reviews

 

[(Wordy)]

I enjoyed this... the first line dipped me straight into a warm bath of beauty, the last line was the cold shower shock I needed afterwards.