Stolen

April 12, 2012
By whiterose GOLD, Independence, Missouri
whiterose GOLD, Independence, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
The future lies before you, like a field of fallen snow; be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.


Time flew around us,
making it seem like we had forever.

Time was cruel.
And cut the threads short.

Now dirt dances beneath our feet.
Dirt spills over everything I know.

Trees bend down to the wind.
Flower petals cry their tears above us.

Snow tickles at our faces.
Irony feels for us.

The water trickles slowly.
Frost steals the last breath.

Velvet rubs against us.
Words walk over the crowd.


Flowers gather in crowds.
Washing over the box.

Sympathy drowns the pink box.
Love pours over us in clouds.

Snow slides around our shuffling feet.
And the rain descended down it’s cold path.

Time creeps by, constantly pranking others around her.
Soon a year came around to say hi.

Words swam around us.
Flowing past us in a river.

A name etched itself into the stone.
Years painted itself onto the stone.

And tears ran down the cheeks.
As the willows wept its leaves.

Flowers flew by and stopped to say bye.
Smells wafted by and said to us “bye”.

And that was when death.
Stole it’s last breath.


The author's comments:
Some will know what I feel, some will not. Some will know what this is about, but most will not.

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