Two Dye Alone
Contributed by
grey_matters
on
Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 11:08:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I can feel fall coming in early summer,
everything is dying around me,
the colors all change,
to capture my attention,
but I don't care about that,
I need a place to dye alone,
to change my color,
to capture her attention,
her affection,
but you can only make so many colors with black,
I need a place to die alone,
I need to build a hole,
or dig a home,
a place that's warm and dry,
to stare off into space,
I need a little space,
some room to breath,
after she took my breathe away,
as black turns to grey,
the color most ignored,
in ignorance and ignoring,
and if I dye,
or if I die,
I will rise again,
and when I have arose,
she will be a rose,
that solitary thing that does not wilt in the fall,
to be reborn in the spring,
the rose that withers in the sun,
and basks in the moon's solemn light,
to endure sunburn and freezerburn,
she is all I want,
as I want it all,
in this time of new beginnings,
when summer turns to fall...
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2005-04-14 11:08:12] (Date/Time posted on
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