I have left her. I cry.
Less than eight months she took to come into my life. When she did she did with one whisper. One gaze. One moment of bright eyes. Her fingers grasped the air. One grasp. Her fists went down to her feet. Her toes spread out once before relaxing. Her back straightened once. Once upon a time. I left her. In the white blue hands of strangers. I did hold her but she was already cold. I never loved so intensely so short. She went before I left her. I gave her life. She gave me emptiness. I gave her a second. She took eternity.
She never left me. She never cried.
© 2009 Lanhosone














Comments
aint you a poet now.
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âme de pierre
larmes de sang
ailes coupées
je suis vide
~kikyonazumay
avatar by xxmandy20xx
Anyway death has always been powerful and emotive...
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Jump! You may fall down...Or learn to fly!
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Chloe Rose
to love is to live, to love is to lose
to live is to lose, and get through
i like itt!!
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Chloe Rose
to love is to live, to love is to lose
to live is to lose, and get through
Lucie (lovely lines)
(i should probably read some more of ur stuff)
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I love it!! :]
x
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"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet."
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