Aug 27, 2009 22:24
i.
Drawn curtains, a dark room.
Unlike the light, and the brightness, it is not
suffocating like your touch and your hold.
My head is silent in the dark.
My head is silent in the dark.
ii.
The scarves, they are beautifully
woven like joy in a bottle,
a mixture of the rainbow.
"I hope you think of me"
She hopes you think of her.
iii.
Part. She hopes to die sweetly,
tastelessly. White dress, white shoes.
Pure, pure, pure, angelic as can be.
The black upon her lips, purging
the troubles of the break.
She wished. She wished.
iv.
There was no guilt, no woe to hold
you in contempt or in fear.
You were only distanced just because.
She wished to die.
That you would find her.
That you would find her.
v.
Alas, you did not.
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