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Words Wilted Away

Contributed by TheReturnOfx7 on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 11:36:56 AM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry



A monotone chorus of things better left unsaid
The sun kissing the horizon, turning the sky red
Walking away from it all, nothing left for me here
Except for a distant memory from a time I held you so near

Trying to keep my head up high, trying not to show what I feel
Content in knowing that what I felt for you will always be real
Everything is gone, even my words have wilted away
It would take a miracle, but I wish that somehow I could make you stay

You tell me how sick you are of my ***** lullabies
As I wish to say how I hate to see tears form within your eyes
Burying a finger in my chest, telling me that I don't understand
Wondering what makes me feel like our time together has waned

I just didn't want to lie to you anymore about the things I need
And my love for you continues on, clinging to you in selfish greed




Copyright © TheReturnOfx7 ... [ 2004-06-30 11:36:56]
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Re: Words Wilted Away (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 12:11:16 PM AEST
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awwwww......... your first two stanzas are simply breathtaking, hugs n' love nessa

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Re: Words Wilted Away (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 12:45:45 PM AEST
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Something I can relate to. I second what ladyfawn says...the first to stanzas can hold there own. The rest of it is still a wonderful write, but it becomes a more personal aspect of the poem, whereas the first two stanzas, well, they speak to us all.
Angel always...godspeed...joni




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