Undead Love

September 29, 2011
By chrisjermain BRONZE, Spring, Texas
chrisjermain BRONZE, Spring, Texas
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A day without a word from her,
is like laying in your grave.
Every minute you lay wordless,
the dirt pours in.
As the dirt takes you blind,
she comes into veiw.
Dead heart gives a pulse,
cold lips warm to the touch.
Hand in hand she pulls you up,
death leaves for love.
Surrounded by stone in earth,
bodies in roots.
A kiss from angel to me as hands rise from under.
Crimson tears i cry as crimson becomes my face,
as fast becomes my heart.
Beautifull as death she smiles without pain,
as they walk from the boneyard to earth,
both undead,
both immortal,
both with love to never die.

The author's comments:
Thought about writing a non-rhyme poem and something with an idea based off of the dark aspect of death,but at the same time i wanted to use the bright aspect of love and how it makes you "feel alive"

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on Oct. 26 2011 at 1:06 pm
chrisjermain BRONZE, Spring, Texas
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Thanks for the comment(:

peaceout GOLD said...
on Oct. 5 2011 at 7:04 pm
peaceout GOLD, Cleveland, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
Don't ask what the meaning of life is. You define it.

wow. awesome job, really mysterious and deep!


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