A Silent Prayer Upon His Grave

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about a girl who stands on her lovers grave.

Submitted: June 30, 2008

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She stands silently by his grave,
A rose stands still between her fingers,
Her petal-like lips murmur a silent prayer,
And her milk-white skin glows eerily in the dark.

Her straight, black hair falls like a waterfall,
Her thin black skirt hugs her trembling legs,
The breeze picks up, whipping her shivering frame,
And she looks up at the stars for solace.

Her eyes fill up – is it tears or is it the rain that falls?
The rain patters, much stronger than before,
Plastering her hair to her face,
As the drops of water quench her thirst.

She swallows her heart and pain like a bitter pill,
She hugs herself and looks down again,
His aquamarine eyes and messy black her mesmerise her,
And when she tries to touch him, he floats into the night.

She clenches onto the withering rose, the thorns penetrate her palm,
And her ruby red blood stains her pearly white shoes,
But the pain fades away with the setting sun,
As her heart clenches for his touch.

She looks at his grave for the last time,
And then she walks away,
Her leave behind a trail of blood,
And her petal-like lips murmur a silent prayer.


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