Falling rain
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since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178
Small town, Illinois
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2009-04-24
07:28 PM
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I look up to the dark, bleak, sky Searching for you there I stare at ever cloud to see a face with eyes that gaze back in care
I listen on the wind To hear you whisper out my name To find myself wrapped in memories That still ended up the same
I caress your little picture In your eyes you try to hide Killing as I remember every promise That is hurting me inside
I can trace your very lips Press upon my porcelain skin Without a hand to trace the feeling Noticing the battle I can't win
I can see it now as I fall asleep That my dreams are of your perfection A voice without a sound, A heart with no love Your immortal being without a reflection
(I got the name and last line from the song My Immortal by Evanescence. I don't really like this poem.. But its been a while since I wrote something. )
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Zach Booker-Scott
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Suncleaver
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since 2009-01-18
Posts 481
Stafford England
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posted
2009-04-24
08:10 PM
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I enjoyed this poem Zach, it was articulately melancholic. Good to see you posting again, although the evanescence title threw me a bit. Try listening to some My Dying Bride or Anathema, that will make you write something really miserable :p
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XxForever.BrokenxX
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since 2008-01-20
Posts 891
Neverland
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posted
2009-04-24
11:35 PM
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It was a little confusing, but i liked it. good write,
{~~*~~}Emmalee Janelle {~~*~~}
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