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Forever Behind
Contributed by
net
on
Saturday, 25th April 2009 @ 09:35:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Silently drifting towards the surface
I sense your words coming back to life
So many steps ahead you're walking now
Walking into the world you so dearly loved
The promises once trembled between your lips
Clearly are forgotten now
The sheets soft and warm feel cold as ice
And the blanket has holes of lost love
Absolute loneliness I hear closing by
As my cigarette burns to ashes
The smoke fills the emptiness of my room
Expels the intoxicating scent you left behind
My lights all broken smashed to the ground
I claim the night and loathe the sight of sun
The bottles build a pile over there in the corner
And my floor is filled with your trash
I let everything stink here in my domain
Wet and rotten my stuff lies around
In this solitude all hopes are forgotten
And the dream once alight turns to dust
Slowly I watch the curtain meets its end
And the clapping starts one by one
The show inhales for its final stage
And blows red snow on my face
My wishes never changed, they're eternal
A longing for ultimate closure
But your hair is stuck between my ribs
And your steps cover my ground
Your fear creeps from the cracks on my ceiling
And your breathing steals me whole
The sun settles where you're headed my love
And your shadow never leaves my spot
How far you can run doesn’t matter
For I will remain forever behind
Copyright ©
net
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2009-04-25 09:35:56] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Forever Behind
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 25th April 2009 @ 02:18:41 PM AEST (User
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an outstanding write overflowing with angst, frustration and regret. the imagery was superb. a great work.
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