Erased from memory
Searching eyes
Group pictures
Combined journals
A pang in her stomach
Sickening rage
The music that was once her
No longer sings
White liles on marble stone
Exquisit patterns in gold
a lifeline inscribed
An entire existence
reduced to dates and numbers
Cold winds make mystic shapes
Fast disappearing flames
Restrained tears
For all the love she could give
She died a painful death
Just to stay alive
Phantom's dreams she sees
A shadow on her shoulder
Lips curve and dimples appear
She turns around in joy
Feeling a warmth
She lives purely in that brief momemt
Eyes flutter a downpur of rain
She turns
The shadows were a just passing cloud
3 comments:
Clouds again!! Man.. poetry is such a beauty of thot.. i re-realize.. ;)
The picture is killer!
And the words sound inextricably woven together as if they are all part of one large sentence..
Love the candid imagery in the words.
And of course. All things bad are simply short-lived.. :)
someone said they'd be back.... no fair :(
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