Crimson.Blood's Poetry

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Crimson.Blood.On.A.Rose, Jan 26, 2007.

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  1. They're sitting there,
    They're unaware,
    Of what they really see.
    Is she here,
    Is she there,
    Or is she a fantasy?

    No one knows,
    No one tries,
    To see the pain she hides,
    Not caring if she falls,
    Not caring if she's lost it all.

    They watch her,
    No hearts stir,
    And still they cannot see,
    That's all she was,
    And all she will be,
    An invisible fantasy.

    Watch her struggle,
    Watch her carry all
    Her pain upon her back.
    Listen to the groans of pain,
    Listen as she tries to go away.

    And then the day,
    She finally could fade,
    She left a single mark,
    The only signs,
    A spare few lines,
    To say her last goodbye.

    They watch her,
    No hearts stir,
    And still they cannot see,
    That's all she was,
    And all she will be,
    An invisible fantasy.


    I actually wrote this, and all my other poetry, which I may post later, as songs. They do have melodies.
     
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