...Spending time under the cool
shade of a dying tree
seeing the world
and the last remnants
of a flower's breath
The edge seems to be
closer
as time begins to doubt
the forever in her hands that
never promised eternity
Devoid of the stars in the sky
her eyes glisten in a dull
with tears of
absolute theatrical drama
She fears the calm
in each wave touching her feet
for every kiss
is a commitment to
bringing the shore
closer
to home
It used to be a dream
come true
But she never opened her
eyes...
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC
...Spending time under the cool
shade of a dying tree
seeing the world
and the last remnants
of a flower's breath
The edge seems to be
closer
as time begins to doubt
the forever in her hands that
never promised eternity
Devoid of the stars in the sky
her eyes glisten in a dull
with tears of
absolute theatrical drama
She fears the calm
in each wave touching her feet
for every kiss
is a commitment to
bringing the shore
closer
to home
It used to be a dream
come true
But she never opened her
eyes...
Mek
09.09.09
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