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Her Song
Waking for you into silent darkness,
I walk through shadows, searching for a name,
And all I've said to you has been forgotten,
And what's not lost lies dying in the dust.
My heart pumps blood that time will turn to rust,
And nothing now can ever be the same.
You gave me your love and woke within me
Strange hungers even heaven cannot tame.
I sought to salvage something of my goodness,
But now you're gone there's nothing left to save.
The bed that we once shared becomes my grave,
And nothing now can ever be the same.
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Comment by: - 2006-04-15 05:34
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Beautifully put. Is this first love. Your good Catholic upbringing showing through there, heaven not able to tame strange hungers.
Wonderful piece.-B |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-11 10:13
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| I don't usually care very much for failed romance/broken heart verse, but your work transcends the type. Personal yet accessible. The line "My heart pumps blood that time will turn to rust" is so good, and also "The bed that we once shared becomes my grave". The repetition of the last line of each stanza works well, too. |
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| i love this, a kind of bitter resentment to yourself as well as the person its written about. |
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| This is one of your best (that I've read so far.) Really enjoyed it. I am curious how long it took to write. It seems like a single outpouring of emotion captured on paper. I would be surprised if you had to revision it much - seesm raw, but effective. |
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Comment by: mom - 2006-04-07 18:54
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| Losing the love of your life really does feel like your insides turn to rust. great job |
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