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[Tuninks]

My hands continue to write,
my fingers bleed with the black ink.
My eyes burn as I can only see red, black and white.
Wait, no, I can only see you.

My hand stops writing,
My fingers stop bleeding,
My eyes stop burning,
Yet still, I can only see you.

I fold the letter,
with a smile upon my face.
My mind is abuzz,
as to what you may say.

Yet I was wrong.
Instead of a smile,
all I see is tears.
All I can see are tears.

And as the ink runs,
and mixes with the blood.
All I can see are the tears.
And heaven did cry that day.

Heaven cried because of me...

[PrinceMyshkin]

It's a moving depiction of a fixation or a strong emotion, but I wish I could intuit or receive some hint as to what the source of it is. A love relationship that went bad, I suppose.

[blazeofglory]

Indeed this is really a good poem, of course a new style and presentation. I got move by the beauty of it.

[Tuninks]

Thank you both for the criticism :)

[Pendragon]

You are back to that clever repetition. It works so well for you. Nice poem! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Bluebird.gif