Poem by Myself.
I sit here in a broken chair, all alone.
My own hands are stained with warmth from the past,
from another set of hands that could integrate into mine.
These once clear colored, honey eyes,
remain stuck upon a locket.
A locket that takes me back to the memories,
of you and I.
I've hold onto the key to it, for what seems like forever.
I can't let go to what you and I once had.
Do you not know, how much I loved the starry nights.
Those nights contained a bitter breeze,
that was either cold nor hot.
Your arms gave me the warmth I needed.
I couldn't describe how I felt each and every day you were beside me.
Whenever I now close my eyes,
I see you and I, under those same stars.
But will that day, ever come again?
Alas, I know at this instant what stairs are ahead of me,
as I deliberately let go of the key to our memories.
 Broken Winged Calamity · Sun Nov 18, 2007 @ 11:28pm · 0 Comments |
