Seeing Me For The Last Time...
Contributed by
intelectualpoet
on
Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 05:49:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Seeing Me For The Last Time...
Your bags are packed,
The taxi is honking,
Loudly just on the other side of the door.
You swear that this wont be the last,
Kiss you leave upon my lips.
As you turn, to face your future,
With open eyes,
My eyes fill rapidly with tears,
That flow from my face,
Like the great falls.
And that was the last time,
I ever felt again.
All those promises,
Of growing old together.
Waking each morning,
To greet the Sun together.
All of it was just,
False hopes,
Mindless filler,
amongst the truth,
Covered beneath sades of blue.
But the blue has gone,
Leaving me with this blank canvas,
Never to paint with emotions again.
Left to walk this earth,
To greet the Sun alone,
Only to be burnt.
But still,
To this day,
I love you.
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