Lost, Forever My Love

the broken mirror scars my soul filling me with bitter woe as i stare longingly into the rusty pool... years of harsh pollution spoiling her grace she bleeds with deepest agony, her eyes begging to be released dead and cold there is no savior today, my dear he's out on holiday while you suffer endless is the daily horror and your beauty,  once crystal and pure, now stares....years of death piled upon the surface each year i shed a crimson cool only escape into serenity since you have died where have you gone, my angel? up towards the heavens looking down upon my rotting soul? i reach up to touch you... only to remember the bitter truth your absence a slow murder could you be charged? a cigarette burns slowly its embers remnants of our love, hot and passionate... ...slow and steady smoke fills my lungs a salty taste in my throat as i stare towards the lonely sky, wondering my purpose defeated? only if i sleep again my strength melts with you, your cold stare emblazoned in my mind an eternal stamp crisp around the bloody corners, scratching at my soul making each day hard to swallow my love for you unfaltering... even as your memory dissipates for years of molten sunlight have worn down your bright facade, revealing your soft, vulnerable interior which nobody bothered to soothe how long did your tears go unnoticed? how often were your arms left empty, when you needed them filled? everyday i regret not holding you not being by your side as you bled inside your soul, my mind was wandering afar looking into the broken mirror, seeing shards of myself.. the way you must have the tears flow constantly, for this rusty needle does no harm my death will not arrive yet your time had come, needed elsewhere...too soon and you quietly floated away towards a new existence, leaving us behind to wonder devastated your embrace holds me throughout this perilous journey to you and i curse the god who killed you under the sky you so adored no one could scare you, my love even though i tried so hard you escaped my hands and flew away... your river still flows through my veins each day i survive for you to see your soul once againthis basically describes the type of love which can outlast the toughest of troubles-death. I hope i could give honor to this amazing love Written June 20th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 11:26 AM PST, Nichole   18 • 0 • 8