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Till Death Do Us Part
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Till Death Do Us Part |
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Tamboril New Member
since 1999-09-21
Posts 6Oxford, Ohio USA |
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 |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
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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