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Contributed by reebeat on Monday, 14th May 2012 @ 06:23:48 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

She said she was feeling a bit tired,
All she needed was to rest.
So I was reluctant to help her to bed.

Hours went by and I was relieved to see she was resting.

But she wasn't resting.

.................

Coley said she was tired
Coley said she wasn't mad.
She just needed to get some rest,
and that was the end of that.

I couldn't fight her any,
Or keep away what she needed most.
So all I could do was help her to bed,
And avoid seeing the ghost.

So Coley slept for hours,
sometimes days at a time.
And Coley had been so tired
that I didn't even think twice.

But hours turned into days
and I began a little worried
So I entered Coley's room
and woke her in a hurry.

Coley looked like she was resting,
and in a deep sleep at that.
But Coley couldn't be woken,
and t'was when I felt my heart crack.

I fell to my knees in shock,
then I stood up again.
I shook Coley till I was tired
and I was sure she wasn't waking.

The doctor was on the line,
I was speaking between sobs.
"Come quick." Was all I could say
before I collapsed from all the shock.

I awoke beside my dear,
we were playing at the playground.
Like we did when we were kids,
we were just messing around.

Coley put her hair behind her ear -
like she did when we were young.
I punched her on the shoulder,
"Tag!" and the war had begun.

And we played that game for hours,
just Coley and me - us two.
And then we fell underneath the sycamore,
and gazed upon the blue.

Copyright © reebeat ... [ 2012-05-14 18:23:48]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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