Teen Poetry #7 |
Robin |
blueyedlioness Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 289USA |
The sun was bright, the melting snow upon my cheek I thought was tears. But crying wasn't what he liked - what my love, my Robin liked - so with strength that wasn't mine I scorned my every fear. The night was dark, but I was real when he crept to my windowsill and we softly crept away - with my love I crept away - to be back before hint of day the night the angels killed. We went walking later on when all the world was green and light, and they saw the bones - the bones, my love - they laughed so when I told them of my fair child of night. I still hear your tapping each night upon my windowsill and I wipe away the tears - my love, you wipe away my tears - and your quiet singing fills my ears when the wind is still. My love, my dearest Robin mine, why was it you they chose? I will not weep for you today - my love would wipe the tears away - but now I'm left in blinding day with white bones in the snow. |
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kissa~rachelle Senior Member
since 2003-11-27
Posts 988nowhere special |
Wow. This is very sweet, and sad. I'm sorry for your loss, and remember its always ok to cry. ~kissa~ |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
This is without a doubt one of the most skillfully crafted poems I've ever read. The last part...wow. The way you write...its beautiful. Please, keep posting. ~Lex |
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