Pictureframes

April 21, 2009
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The moon mirrored the paleness in his heart
They smiled as soft as friends soon do,
but they were worlds apart
broken and falling apart
loveless and lying comatosely
on the falling parts of his heart.

A ghost guided their games,
playing with their emotions,
but they stared at the pictureframes,
love hand and hand in pictureframes,
holding the memories closely,
crying out their lover's names.

The tears would fall every so slowly,
As if they had soul themselves,
and he whispered her name so lonely,
held the dagger high so lonely,
and the stars wavered ghostly,
and blood escaped slowly.

She, wrapped in black and grief, cried
For her lover had sewn regret on her hands,
And she killed him because she had lied,
All because anger caused her - she lied,
And she let out a personic plea,
And alone she grieved and cried.

Haunted for months she saw the sorrow in his silent tears,
Haunted by his soul that didn't secede the Earth,
And every night he visited her for years,
She was haunted and horrified for years,
Until she burned his body in the sea,
After kissing his silent lips with silent tears.

The moon mirrored the paleness in his heart.
They smiled as soft as friends soon do,
but they were worlds apart
broken and falling apart
loveless and lying comatosely
on the falling parts of his heart.





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