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Our Song
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Our Song |
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sweetcollege_girl Senior Member
since 1999-12-03
Posts 872just about where I want to be |
Hello.  It's been a long time since I have posted here. But my 16 yr old wrote a poem for school, and I just HAD to share it. Thank you for your time. It is a little long, so enjoy.Our song -Amy miller City lights fill the air with warmth As I hold you close to my heart. People flock towards you Smiling, spitting sweet words. Carrying you away with their charm May I teach you to play? You hold me in your arms Your song sings me to sleep, Echoing on the golden walls Our song plays on polished keys City lights begin to blur, Her smile clouds my judgement I walk home, blinded. You wait alone at dawn I do not return till dusk The strings begin to strain The keys begin to fade Dust collects on the golden walls It covers the floor Your song keeps playing in an empty room The city lights steal my mind She holds my thoughts hostage in her smile A sour taste never leaves my tongue My lungs ache I stubble through the house Unable to see. Unable to attend. I rip at the keys, I tear at the strings And yet, your song keeps playing They cling to your skirt You hold them close to your heart You carry them through the halls A smile printed on your lips. Laughter at the tip of your tongue and A skip in your step. I return their smiles through violence Screaming in their faces Forcing them to the shadows, Always expecting more. I push them to the ground. Your song begins to fade. I've forgotten how to play, could you teach me? We walk away from the burn of the lights Welcoming the sun on our skin. She is gone, you are still here, they are still here. You hold my hand soft, The broken pieces are picked up A sound echoes through my empty corridor. my song plays on. The city lights are replaced, The sun lights up your hair They run through fields of gold You hold me fast. I can hear an echo A sound resonates in our old forgotten corridor Our song plays on. Sunlight shines in your eyes The house echoes with classic laughter They sing their own songs, they create new symphonies We hold each other chose One last time. They keys are dust The nails a memory The hammers dirt. Our song plays on. |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Wow! A lot of depth in this one. |
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augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
Nothing can be demolished if you hold it in your heart. Your Daughter is Talented, I enjoyed the read. Sky~ Christmas may be a day of feasting, |
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