Saturday Nite
Contributed by
timkmak
on
Wednesday, 5th March 2003 @ 04:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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"Friday Nite"
Orange flame glows cross the street
Radiating heat to my side
Shooting projectiles through my eyes
Alone, once again,
Thinking, dreaming, of you.
Thinking of what could
Have been there had
We had another chance together
I thought we would have made it
As one forever. What happened?
Saturday Morn,
Sunrise breaks through the glass
Igniting my room into a fury of light
Awoken, flooded with the memory
Of you
We were weak
I was weak. You were weak.
United in our weakness.
Sunday Afternoon,
Sitting, waiting, reliving
The short time we had
Felt like…
Long. Longer than any other period of time
That I have lived
I can’t forget you
Why can’t I forget you?
Monday Noon,
Sun in full bloom
Radiance aplenty
I stare, blankly, at the whitewashed walls
Seeing your face, your image
Drawn upon them
Wishing I could see you one last time
I don’t want to forget you
That’s why.
Wednesday, Quarter to Three
Finally, slowly, agonizingly
I crack it open
The letter, faded and monotonous,
Tone of Sepia.
From all the times I tried
To find the will
To open it.
Maybe I read you wrong.
That’s it. We were never meant to be…
Together, united, whatever.
Thursday, A minute ‘til midnite
Can’t bear it anymore.
Throwing apart the envelope,
The final words, your last mark upon me
Close your eyes, Stop the pain, shut it out
Why would you want to stab yourself
Yet another time?
Friday, Early Morning
Can’t help, the natural curiosity overpowers me
Overflows and my eyes fly open
Your final words, your final contact
The last time I see you
In any form
Saturday, Midnite
You loved me
And, with all my heart I know
That it was mutual
You had to go, your dreams were
Elsewhere, my dreams were here
Wait a sec, its been a week
Seven Days, One Hundred Sixty-eight hours
Of Agonizing Pain, Anguish
And I know, that I can live on,
Move on, Push Forward
Sunday, Late nite
Give my life another look, sure
But I will not forget my past
Can’t ignore what was
But I will now look at what is to be
Won’t forget you, I don’t want to
I loved you once,
And love, for me, is an eternal march
Never ending, never ceasing.
Once you love her once, you love her forever
Three hundred ‘n sixty-five days later
When I feel alone,
Depressed, Gloomy, Miserable
Overjoyed, delighted, elated
I think back, to the time that once was
To that painful yet fulfilling Friday nite.
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