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James M Boyer Jul 2010
Upon hollow ground,
and a weary dreamers eve,
the moons light suppresses,
an unfinished letter.


to her...


And the tombstone,
gives no remorse,
for the blood spilled,
on dying days,
where memories no longer matter,
and thoughts drift, upon suicide...

Heartbeats that are gone,
now wither in forever,
as the Rose of Death's thorn,
****** a grieving soul,
and the river of pain widens,
into an ocean of blood and tears...
Written June 11, 2004- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
James M Boyer Jul 2010
I fell in love with a smile,

thats told so many lies,

torturtered by the dimples,

that line up perfect with her eyes.

like fall leaves,

her heart changes with the cold,

crumpled on the ground,

from when she broke the mold.

god whispered once,

that she's an angel in disguise,

but i stopped believing that day,

because i knew it was a lie.

so, i planted the starlight,

that glistens in her stare,

even though she left that night,

into the autumn air.
Written July 13, 2008- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
James M Boyer Jul 2010
Crystal blue deception is the enmity of her eyes,

A gift recieved from Hevean or with slight demonic ties.

A difference in perception but to her it's all the same,

she blinks back tears just to hide her longing pain.

A quick glance at the fading sun gives her hope she never knew,

and like stars amongst the darkness her pain finallay shined through.

The dusk plays tricks on her with sillhouettes dancing in the trees,

but unlike the conscince on her shoulder she has no wings to catch the breeze.

She watches Heaven slowly rise while she is stuck in Hell,

The Devil resting in her eyes epassant and resting well.
Written September 11, 2008- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
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