Bed of Rocks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Dark twisted subconscience nightmare fantasy

Submitted: November 06, 2007

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Together we were alone, sitting on the bed of rocks
And that is the last time I ever really talked to her
even as she held much potential,
Feelings of intimacy locking themselves away
Warm sunshine shined, breeze touched us both
But I could not look upon her eyes
could speak no soft lies
as I somehow wanted her to shatter the wall of myself
Silence surrounded, innocently
Wanted to end me
As I sat individually
With a worthless stare upon a petite silhouette
Would have given her everything I owned
To pull out a clean shiny blade
And end this all, on my terms,
myself
Oh, to feel death’s clamp
On the warm mountain path in the wild breeze,
To hear bugs tell of life, wild life
And to see her stand above, smiling
Not so innocent anymore


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