Dying?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A piece on love and a broken heart - the highs and lows.

Submitted: December 10, 2007

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DYING?
You promised me the springs of your soul
The curves of your back became a sanctuary to my sighs
Your smile was a reassuring touch to my fears
With your touch the beauty of the roses came alive
 
The fears of tomorrow have now come alive
The well dries up and the weeds are taking over
The retracting touch burns my every desire
The rusty smell of the dying roses now fills my breath
 
Was i wrong to drink your beauty?
Was my heartbeat a call from a dark storm?
Did my lips taste of a bitter scent?
Did my caress smell?
 
The gushing rain does not drown my pain
The torment of your fingers still drums my ribs
My walk is a stuttering shadow of your rhythm
I am dying to the dreams of tomorrow.
 
©Newton 2007


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