FFB by Teresita Blanco

F.F.B.
by Teresita Blanco
 

I still remember

About that time, 

When that true man 

Once pulse inside.

Take a saber

Turn of time,

When the blades

Was swung

For the first time.

Trying

To learn how reach

For the morning star;

Seeking the flame 

Burning within

Our hungry eyes.

Behind his innocence

Lied the crimson

Might of a hero,

It all started

With a bitter sweet

July’s joke,

That soon laid

Waste to the gates,

Unlocking the fire

Of the heart.

The cherished melodies

Unfolded her memories

Of life’s symphonies.

This simple tale

Of Lover’s Joys,

Ended in this harsh

Unforgiving tragedy.  

Editor's Note: Its for a person...nothing more.


Copyright Teresita Blanco

No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!

 

Description: One Super Depressing Poem • About: This poem is about me and my struggle • Accountable Person: Fernando Blanco • Author: Teresita Blanco • Awards: None • Content Location: poems • Content Rating: 5 • Contributor: Fernando Blanco • Copyright Holder: Teresita Blanco • Copyright Year: 2012 • Creator: Teresita Blanco • Editor: Fernando Blanco • Genre: Sad • Headline: FFB by Teresita Blanco • Keywords: blade, copyright, death, depressing, fire, graveyard, grim reaper, hearts, hero, joy, memory, original, poems, poet, pulse, sad, stars, teresita blanco, tragedy,  • Mentions: Three Moons • Provider: Me • Publisher: Phi Stars • Publishing Principles: Teresita Blanco • Source Organization: Phi Stars • Version: 7 • Item Reviewed: Poems • Review Rating: 5 •