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Bea Hastings Aug 2015
in the cold of winter and dark of night
came a man upon a horse
his clothes were tattered, his face well worn
his eyes filled with remorse
the sound of his voice strangely comforting
eerie just the same
the shape of his face so familiar
but forgotten was his name
i knew him many years ago
fifteen to be exact
said he'd leave and never return
and now he's come on back
i helped him down and brought him in
and lay him on my bed
tears in his eyes his voice so weak
this is what he said
i knew you many years ago
fifteen to be exact
said i'd leave and never return
but now i've come on back
i've traveled long i'm tired and torn
but on my dying bed
two bags of gold is all i have
to give you i'm afraid
and just one wish before i die
just one wish for me
bury me beside your mom
my love she'll always be
i knew him many years ago
fifteen to be exact
said he'd leave and never return
and now he's finally back
and with his gold i buried him
but a thousand miles apart
from the one he loved many years ago
who died of a broken heart
my brother wrote this as a kid
Bea Hastings Aug 2015
the rain beats down on the windows
and i wonder now
if it beats the same for him

we are divided by fame
or lack of it
what's in a face
or in a name

our hearts beat down or are
beaten down
by time that's not a virtue

our love is new
our souls are old
known by many
but understood by few

we are sedated by life
not  a life worth living
but one to pass the time
we'll put on a smile
however hollow
it fools them for a while

until it's real
life imitates art
until forever
we remain apart

the rain beats down on the windows now
and i wonder if it beats the same

for him
Bea Hastings Aug 2015
I
me

i miss you even when i'm with you
i want you to myself
i'm only me when i'm with you
i keep it in a jar on a shelf

you

you breathe new breath into my life
sometimes it's hard to swallow
the brush of your body makes me high
you're so beautiful when you smile

us

two bodies, minds, but just one heart
how cruel our fate can be
to keep us close but yet apart
for all eternity?

me
just me
well maybe

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