Torture Shoes Horse My Poem Called The Horizon. Needs Work. Suggestions?

My poem called The Horizon. needs work. suggestions? - torture shoes horse

I think the poem very good start, but could be better. If you have any suggestions, will be great:)


The horizon

The birds of love in the distance.
But all I see is the burning of another lonely night.
Nightfall, all my old memory serves me in my love,
I remember red, a passport, orange, pink and finishing.
And while the pigeons and sparrows lullaby of the sun,
Raven's still sitting in the window of my tears, "Never again!"
I never love this way.
I have never tortured during the service does not exist.
I'll sit and the lag behind the Earth around the sun,
And the darkness that surrounds hide a.
I listen to the warnings of my crows and I have never been to MasoHush shoes.
In love and blind faith that someone is trustworthy, in fact, among women.
Oh, sing, singing birds!
Maybe I'll do something good for the horizon one days.
Today was just not on this day
Good nocturnal birds.
Night Raven.
I'm again reminded, not for the prince on his horse fall under my window.
The only thing that gives me nightmares.



* Contributions to The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
The credit goes to him.