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Don't let this happen to you.
19:37 Jun 02 2007
Times Read: 610
Two lovers sat
Alone in a room
White as heaven
Empty as oblivion
They talked and played together
The guy says something stupid
And the girl acts mad
She then leaves the room
GUYS SIDE
The guy sits in the corner
Knowing shes joking
And acts sad...
He awaits her return. after a while
For no reason
Tears roll down his face
He then turns and draws on the wall
"Ill wait for you forever"
Months have passed
Hes dead now
Then years
The bones seem all that remains
But his soul still sits
His soul still waits
And now he is dust
Aeons have passed
But she never returned
And still he waits
Not him
His essence
In hopes that she may
Someday
Somehow
Return to him
Rhe white room
Aged and tan from the burden of time
Starts to crumble
Holes appear
Breeze drifts
And away his ashes with it
But hes still there
His writing on the wall
His eternal mark
Of sorrow
And so ends this story
This story of eternal love
This story of sorrow
GIRLS SIDE
There she sat
Outside of the white room
The lush, green field flowing in the wind around her
She sat and waited
Waited for her lover to follow
To join her in her joking leave
Months passed
She died, just like her lover
Next to her lover
But a wall
The only thing seperating them
Prevented their embrace
And so years passed
Never her lover followed
Her body, rotting quickly in the open atmosphere
Had done near to the bones
And so had the land around her
Slowly the trees greyed
And silently they fell
Then aeons
Though the sun had returned
Her lover had not
Grey turned to tan
And field and forest to wasteland
Miles stretched endlessly
As her hollow eyes gazed into oblivion
Eternally waiting
A breeze came fast
Blowing on the old bones
Dusting them
And away it blew
Leaving nothing behind
Nothing
But the broken soul
Waiting for her lovers return
And so ends this story
Of eternal love
And eternal suffering
Eternal sadness
And the wall that kills true love
My Little Clock19:34 Jun 02 2007
Times Read: 611
The clock strikes twelve; I think of you
Now it's at one; Remember when you called me "hun"?
Two o' clock comes; Down my face the tears run
Three o' clock has gone; Will you too be forever gone?
It's now four; I'm wishing you'll knock at my door
Clock tells me it's five; Without you, I'm not alive
The hand is at six; Now I'm remembering all the hits
I look and see seven; I think it's starting to get even
My clock says eight; For the first time I see life without you has been great
My little clock shows nine; And I'm getting along just fine
I see it's now ten; I know I'll finally be able to sleep again
I hear the sound eleven; I'm preparing to get even
The clock strikes twelve again; You better run, your life is in my hands
Sometimes, I think my little clock is my only friend.
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