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Till Death Do Us Part

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Tamboril
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since 09-21-1999
Posts 6
Oxford, Ohio USA


0 posted 09-21-1999 10:31 PM       View Profile for Tamboril   Email Tamboril   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Tamboril

Till Death Do Us Part

Laying here, I'll tell a story, of one mans life, of grief and
worry,
Over a fabrication of feeling and an under lying
fear
To this day, I'm still denying, that this story, of which I'm
implying
Is of me, you must be lying, "Lying for what my
dear"?
Confused am I, about this question, "Lying for what my
dear"?
Still alone, I'm Laying here

Growing up, I've held this burden, of promise and love, for a special
person
Loving her, the way I had known, and to many, had seemed quite
queer
But how to show her my affection, without a knowing or
detection
Of this known, wicked deception, ahh, to me, it's become
quite clear
Here it is, my plan of action, yes, it's become
quite clear
I'm still alone, just laying here

First, to perform this act of Moses, I must give you a
dozen roses,
Which in turn, if done correctly, to my heart you will
steer
Cast unto you, an incantation, brings forth for you, a new
temptation
I sit and watch with revelation, and ponder the reason for
such cheer
Not knowing first, but knowing now, the reason for
such cheer
I'm standing now, though you're not here

Enraptured, now, that we’re together, though, it will not
last forever
For the demon, in my pnuema, has yet to instill
his fear
It’s like a dream, I’m underserving, of this love, that
I’m observing
Standing, , watching, while you’re exerting, unto me, this
love and cheer
Relentlessly, I say, “I love you”, in the midst of all
this cheer
I feel the end as it draws near

“Oh, please”, dear God, what is this burning, that’s in my stomach
tossing, turning,
Closing my eyes, I still see nothing, but a love, that
seems sincere
Fleeing not, in desperation, from this bitter,
sweet sensation,
I've finally reached my destination, of a life, with love,
not fear,
Triumphly, I'm standing here, with a life, of love
not fear
Stand with me, I'll hold you near

Holding your heart, I squeeze it tightly, watching your life, leaving
quietly,
I laugh and mutter at this beautiful sight, only to see it
reappear
Under the sun, with it's silver lining, I'm laying here, no
longer shining,
With this feeling of reclining, remembering a forgotten
fear
"Forgive me please", I beg of you, remembering this forgotten
fear
My crying eyes, shed not a tear

My eulogy, I'm done composing. This casket door is finally
closing
In the cold and silent darkness, to my body it does
adhere
Listen closely, hear the crying, it's of someone who
is trying,
Gasping for life, but he is dying, in the fiery of his
known fear
Gasping for life, but I am dying in the fiery of my
known fear
Death, to me, has been sincere

Laying here, I told a story, of my life of grief
and worry
Over a fabrication of feeling and an underlying
fear
It was you, that I tormented, in a way, that seems
demented
Knowing, though, we both consented, to a love, we
held so dear
Yes...Knowing, though, we both consented, to a love, we
held so dear
Till death do us part, I'm already here

© Copyright 1999 Tamboril - All Rights Reserved
Julie
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since 08-20-99
Posts 742
Houston, TX


1 posted 09-21-1999 11:26 PM       View Profile for Julie   Email Julie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Julie

Not to be a pick but you have a double
line. "gasping for life..." If it is an
error you can edit it.

I REALLY LIKE IT! Sometimes when we
get what we always wanted we don't
know what to do next. I can sense
your unresolution.

------------------
Julie
-------------------------
..."to thine own self be true."
>William Shakespeare


 
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