The dove flies away

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
a sad poem about a woman who loses her true love.

Submitted: August 26, 2010

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The wood is hard and cold

Unworthy to hold your godly form

The coffin you will eternally sleep in

Is like a veil between us

All I want to do is embrace your dead body

And stroke the perfect lines of your frozen face

Feel your non-excistent breath on my face

Share my tears with yours

And laugh at our stupidity

Because your not really gone..

Oh but you are

Because the rain pitter patters on your burial

The gaping hole so dark I cannot see the bottom

Cloaked in black

My tears unseen in the rain

They drip onto your wooden bed

The greatest gift I can give

I feel I have been ripped in two

We were at one, now we are separate halves

The blood I bleed shall never stop

For I desire nothing more than to climb into your

Wooden cage

To become part of you again

And to sleep beside you forever

But it is over, finished,

I pray to the stone that bares your name

Stroke its cold body

And turn on my weary feet

And walk away from you

Forever

Yet the clouds break

The sun shines on your grave stone

The dove that was perched on the tree watching

You're departure

Flies into the falling sunset

The dove flies away

And my mind thinks that maybe

Just maybe

It was you, your'e soul

Saying one last goodbye

And leaving me

Forever


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