Post by imaginary goddess #5 on Mar 9, 2004 0:12:15 GMT -5
( updated: February 17, 2004 )
His hot breath washed over her.
She’s just lying weakly in his arms,
Softly letting the searing tears rain,
Gently in her eyes of bittersweet pain.
Her heart, a deluge of heavy regret, pounding
As acoustic anguish weaved a quilt of death.
She let him use her simply as a toss.
She, a maiden of infinite loss,
Is filled with sad departures of dying hope,
Filled with fleeting, untrue images of love unknown, and
Whispering ghosts of unwanted desire and immense denial,
Filled with sardonic, curving lips in a fragment of a smile.
She had become blind, mute, deaf,
Hazed and dazed, the hallucination of love.
Eyes of smoldering flames turned ashen;
Freezing, dying, the atrophying of passion.
She thinks, it’s her fault for the position she’s in
Dispassionately, she leaves the bed, yet yearning him;
Stripped free of virginal morals, disgustingly charmed,
She resists the temptation to sink back into his arms.
Leaving him behind, never looking back.
All that he could make of her presence is this: the faint scent
Of her perfume and an imprint upon the pillow, ‘cause
All he could see when the dawn came was
The vivid emptiness of unruly loneliness.
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actual date written: no clue...
written by: lianna (IG 5)
mood: empty-ish
an: version one was in my persceptive and didnt have a rhyme scheme. also, sorry if this doesnt exactly fit here... comments appreciated.
His hot breath washed over her.
She’s just lying weakly in his arms,
Softly letting the searing tears rain,
Gently in her eyes of bittersweet pain.
Her heart, a deluge of heavy regret, pounding
As acoustic anguish weaved a quilt of death.
She let him use her simply as a toss.
She, a maiden of infinite loss,
Is filled with sad departures of dying hope,
Filled with fleeting, untrue images of love unknown, and
Whispering ghosts of unwanted desire and immense denial,
Filled with sardonic, curving lips in a fragment of a smile.
She had become blind, mute, deaf,
Hazed and dazed, the hallucination of love.
Eyes of smoldering flames turned ashen;
Freezing, dying, the atrophying of passion.
She thinks, it’s her fault for the position she’s in
Dispassionately, she leaves the bed, yet yearning him;
Stripped free of virginal morals, disgustingly charmed,
She resists the temptation to sink back into his arms.
Leaving him behind, never looking back.
All that he could make of her presence is this: the faint scent
Of her perfume and an imprint upon the pillow, ‘cause
All he could see when the dawn came was
The vivid emptiness of unruly loneliness.
-----
actual date written: no clue...
written by: lianna (IG 5)
mood: empty-ish
an: version one was in my persceptive and didnt have a rhyme scheme. also, sorry if this doesnt exactly fit here... comments appreciated.
