now for the grand finale.
he can feel her slip
first an inch, then another
she's headed towards disaster
the emptyness
the loneliness
he reaches out, but a second too late
she falls from his arms
screaming, twisting
trying to free herself from their hands
silencing and pulling her
away from him
away from love..
he sinks to his knees
unable to speak, think, breathe
his whole world torn out of his arms
his lungs, his heart
the depth of trajedy digs in and he cries
fully and unrestrained
the cry of loss and agony
of stolen love
of broken hearts
of a boy who has lost his motivation to live
Poetry by Brandon
Read 898 times
Written on 2006-10-02 at 00:26
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
The..End.
as they walk on the brinkhe can feel her slip
first an inch, then another
she's headed towards disaster
the emptyness
the loneliness
he reaches out, but a second too late
she falls from his arms
screaming, twisting
trying to free herself from their hands
silencing and pulling her
away from him
away from love..
he sinks to his knees
unable to speak, think, breathe
his whole world torn out of his arms
his lungs, his heart
the depth of trajedy digs in and he cries
fully and unrestrained
the cry of loss and agony
of stolen love
of broken hearts
of a boy who has lost his motivation to live
Poetry by Brandon
Read 898 times
Written on 2006-10-02 at 00:26
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Anne Westlund |
|
Kari |
