When the dawn ends,
You were leaving.
Cradled in your pain,
Winded.
You didnt want to fail yourself again.
Grassy dew-
Can't undo.
The feelings and your memories,
Stranded.
Stopped giving,
Upon living.
But she gave you,
What-
What you begged and desired,
For-
For continous love and,
Hope-
Hope, that you're not,
Alone-
Alone and on your own.
Faded bruises-
Your self abuses.
Traveling through your veins-
Burgundy, blue shades held within.
Your dead ends and disappointments-
Drifting from your memories.
Hoping for a chance to make a stand-
When.
She gave you,
Love-
Love stood the chance,
Above-
Above the stains and,
Never-
Never good enough,
For-
For the pain you seek to,
Cut.
She gave you love.
When you wouldnt love yourself.
a good read. nice work some
a good read. nice work some poweful moments! cheers ss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks!!!
Thanks!!!
Excellent. That is what
Excellent.
That is what love is. Giving.
And its capabilities are far reaching and all encompassing...even to those who hate...as all hate is self hate.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
:) thank you
:) thank you