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its about love and death, ivy.

Submitted:Aug 9, 2011    Reads: 28    Comments: 11    Likes: 7   


i looked into his soft eyes

the looked to be made of gold

they made me feel like fire

but behind

the clouded eyes

was death

and regret

he let go of me

as someone approached

i turned around to see


thats been haunting my dreams

i felt rage

as the ivy surrounded

my heart and soul

he was my nightmare

yet when I

looked into his black eyes

i felt love

and compassion

like no other time

he killed

my golden eyed boy

and said

in a low tone


are mine

and only mine.

you are my ivy

MY ivy

and no others'

i cried

because death took me

in its arms

as so did

my new love

for i am now

his ivy.


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