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Dead Flowers On The Windowsill
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Dead Flowers On The Windowsill |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Dead Flowers On The Windowsill The fangs of sundown leave marks of darkness on this town I am getting closer, I am getting colder, I am pushing this enormous boulder now up to the fingertips of sky sometimes I wonder why I even try as I shiver off this skin of moon won't you let me die in a little blue corner of your room I swear I won't let you down I swear I won't let you down well, maybe I will dead flowers on the windowsill The daggers of love stuck in the deep of my emotion's flood I am the soul drifter, I am the heart lifter, I am a troubadour voice, ragged and rough and in the claws of night sometimes I just wanna let out a cry as cold and alone as the stars won't you let me die in the cramped back seat of your car I swear I won't make a sound I swear I won't make a sound or maybe I will dead flowers on the windowsill Pools of all my discarded loving have taken on the scent of evening, and I wish I had the words to say exactly the phrase to light you back my way and in picture postcards of wounded soul, you left me by the window under moon grown full and half a moon later I'm brittle to the stem, just a threat of water will pull me up again at least I'd like to think so dying flowers reflected in the window I swear I won't let go I swear I won't let go no no no This river of twilight left a mark on me shaped like a bite I am getting closer, can I be getting warmer, I am a foot out the door, eyes stabbed with light and under fingertips of sky, sometimes I blunder to give it a try as I shoulder off this shard of night won't you let me dry my wings of blood mingled in white I swear I won't let you down I swear I won't let you down but I can't keep still well, maybe I will leave marks of confusion on this wailing town dead flowers on the windowsill and I swear I won't make a sound no no no, I've had my fill gold ring next to dead love resting still on your windowsill "I will hang on the hook of your splendor" -Snow Patrol, 'Dark Roman Wine' |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Oh my word. This is a tour-de-force. I especially liked the fangs and daggers beginning the first two stanzas. I would have liked to have seen that followed through on the next two. You went on to water metaphors which are particularly strong, but I was expecting otherwise. This is powerful. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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