mymelancholysoul Posted August 31, 2004 Share Posted August 31, 2004 I wanted to try something new and this is it. She asked 'Do you feel me standing here?' For he never seemed to notice Such a faded frame That waits for hours Just to be cast aside By his dangerous, lying eyes. Oh, But he loves her. He loves her. His hands touch her flesh But feel no further And when hes done, He sleeps And she weeps. Oh but he loves her. He loves her. Work runs late Or so he claims But the real tale Comes from the motel. The morning hours Has come and gone Though he has yet To show. But he loves her. He loves her. 'Do you feel me standing here?' She asks again Her smile falls And eyes shade themselves In his shadow. When he stops calling And forgets their anniversary She forgives him. Because he loves her. He loves her. Late one night When the world lays asleep And he lights up his death, The girl sways and swaggers On the brim of life. Dancing slowly With out turned hands And open eyes She smiles a most delicate smile Before calling out onto the world 'Do you feel me now?' And without a reply The girl laughs through tears. An envelope slips onto a chair Before over she goes. Her body dangles in the moonlight, With one last tear, Rolling over pale cheeks. Did he love her? Yes, Yes he loved her But only when She was gone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
under_the_pressure Posted September 20, 2004 Share Posted September 20, 2004 mymelancholysoul, wow, that was amazing. I loved the words, the flow and the repitition. It was really deep. I really enjoyed that poem and I hope to see more of your work. You are a very good writer and very creative. under* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
i_hate_the_world47 Posted September 20, 2004 Share Posted September 20, 2004 That was yet another amazing poem mymelancholysoul.I loved this one.It flowed well.good job. ~Meagan~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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