Post by Eclipse on Mar 12, 2004 16:55:44 GMT -5
I don't know if it really fits in this forum. but oh well.
I Try
Whispering into the broken sunset;
Bleeding lost thoughts into unforgiving night.
The wind blows away to help forget;
And memories slip through fingers; out of sight.
Sitting beneath these cracked roots,
Of this decrepit beaten tree;
The new grass growing into shoots,
For all the eyes to see.
I can’t help but shiver,
Remembering the same when Fall killed day.
Memory forces tears to quiver,
Water-rimmed, beautiful, pleading for words to say.
Something I could use to guide,
To give her the hand she needs from falling.
Her feelings, she knows how hide.
She smiles, but can’t stop me from calling.
My words fall as fists of butter,
And her laugh echos in my memory, through the branches of the tree.
Bitter words, I dare not mutter,
Pondering her reasons; shielding my discovery.
And the sun sets upon my hopes.
And forsakes me to endure night’s wraith.
In my throat, breathing chokes.
And pain spills on my face, of all things past.
I can’t help the love of a friend,
And I can’t stop the hate of the enemy.
All that starts will find an end.
So will this charade of monstrosity.
The sky is bleeding, as my heart.
I bow my head, against the trunk to cry.
The forces that pull us apart,
I can’t help them, but I’ll try.
I Try
Whispering into the broken sunset;
Bleeding lost thoughts into unforgiving night.
The wind blows away to help forget;
And memories slip through fingers; out of sight.
Sitting beneath these cracked roots,
Of this decrepit beaten tree;
The new grass growing into shoots,
For all the eyes to see.
I can’t help but shiver,
Remembering the same when Fall killed day.
Memory forces tears to quiver,
Water-rimmed, beautiful, pleading for words to say.
Something I could use to guide,
To give her the hand she needs from falling.
Her feelings, she knows how hide.
She smiles, but can’t stop me from calling.
My words fall as fists of butter,
And her laugh echos in my memory, through the branches of the tree.
Bitter words, I dare not mutter,
Pondering her reasons; shielding my discovery.
And the sun sets upon my hopes.
And forsakes me to endure night’s wraith.
In my throat, breathing chokes.
And pain spills on my face, of all things past.
I can’t help the love of a friend,
And I can’t stop the hate of the enemy.
All that starts will find an end.
So will this charade of monstrosity.
The sky is bleeding, as my heart.
I bow my head, against the trunk to cry.
The forces that pull us apart,
I can’t help them, but I’ll try.
