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A Hanging
Pre-history mystery
It wasnt supposed to be like this
Basement lovers, locked inside the
very winds that shatter their bones
Sometimes hearts go pitter patter
Sometimes they do nothing at all
Mud falls from the sky
Grieving rain.
Their fingers slipped and landed in their pockets
She folded up her thoughts and
set them on the desk
"I love you, but I cant"
Knees are no longer important
If love is love, then it is a war
Our breaths: the casualties
Time is God, and its all God has
You were a fool to think
that you deserved
another second of it
Sometimes hearts remain in their chests
and sometimes they drip off our lips and
makes us into idiots
It wasnt supposed to be like this.
I loved this!
Especially
'Sometimes hearts go pitter patter
Sometimes they do nothing at all'
and
'She folded up her thoughts and
set them on the desk
"I love you, but I cant"'
and
'Sometimes hearts remain in their chests
and sometimes they drip off our lips'
..phew! wow! awesome piece!
Laurenx
"Mud falls from the sky
Grieving rain."
excellent image.
Loved the poem,
too bad people sling mud instead of kisses.
Peace Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot