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Dark Days and I Think of You
Screening the wasted famish in the eyes of the
people...
Seeing I thought of you today.
A smile came over me as I
Remembered all the things
we used to share.
Long walks on moonlit nights,
the cool wet sand beneath our feet
as the water rushed in to kiss the shore.
Ahh yes the kiss that stole my breath away.
Yes I thought of you today.
I thought of you today.
Your arms wrapped around me
as I remembered how it felt to be held
close to your heart; to hear you breathe
and to know that everytime we touched it
was like being reborn.
Yes I thought of you today I could feel
Your breath on my neck.
It was almost like you had never left.
I thought of you today.
A tear fell as I remembered all of the
long nights that you suffered
Blanketed by tears of love and hope
before the gods silently stole you away.
Ripped from my arms so violently.
In the blink of an eye you were gone.
Yes memories of sunny smiles and Saturdays
On the couch watching horror movies long into the night.
No more rainy days spent at home with you holding me,
Yes I thought of you today and I still miss you
So I leave my love for you in the form of a
Blood red rose like I so often do,
as the sun sets and my words turn into tears
I am brought back to reality by the cold marble against my skin.
Wiping my face I say goodbye until
Later when
I think of you again
only sadness and agony...
Crying for the light...
All is too dearth for me.
But, ah, alas, agony and anguish seize close inside
me.
In my mind there is turmoil.
Anisette Bonnette
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