In slow strides
My vows I recite
In my contemplative mind:
"One thing worse than being alone is learning to live with your ghost
For I'm tired of fighting what I cannot see...
A required look must be taken of who I will be"
Now, I know where in the heart it's torn
I know where to place my hand, pretending it's yours
but you won't allow me,
You haunt this isle that I walk along-
Stalking the walls of the nave are paintings of us
Frozen in time
Further proving that time and life
Will never align
Further, I say, longer in my strides
Till I slow upon sight of you.
I hold your corpse and smell the flowers
I feel you bend into the ashes
Now you can't grow, nor feel
But I can, and I will feel
... Everything.
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Roses In Death
PoetryPoems strung together by notes, telling the story of a love that arrived and passed.
