July 15, 2012
By MarieHaylee BRONZE, Edwardsville, Illinois
MarieHaylee BRONZE, Edwardsville, Illinois
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Feel the gentle strokes that loosen love.
Those caresses that draw out and dry
the crimson water from your veins –
leaving the eyes to cry.

Each word meant to soothe.
The touch meant only to heal.
Instead that reaper takes the keys
and the door to heaven is sealed.

Air cannot pass plaster lips.
Stifling words hold no sway
over that cooling conscious
that now from reason stays away.

The crippling touch does not replenish,
nor does it care to hear my pleas.
Left empty of passion, taking peace –
Now love decides to leave.

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