September 9, 2010
Wilted rose petals on the pillow
Stained with faded tears
Ink scribbled on the lined pages
Obeying the hand that thinks the Words
Rain pattering on the window sill
Seems like the skys' been crying a Lot
Since you left
Everything is gray
The people in the streets are idle Shadows with unbrellas
Their faces blurred by the rain
And their own tears
But inside
The house is cold and quiet
That piano still sits in the study We hardly went in
I play it sometimes
Open the windows and let the sad Melody drift away in the cold, wet Outdoors
I wake up in the middle of the Night
I dream about you still
But you aren't there to hug me
To chase the monsters away
Guess that'd be a little hard now
Seeing as the monster
Is you
So I stand on the top of the stairs
In my bare feet
The wood floor is hard and cold
Like the monster that wakes me up
I stare down the dark hall
Hoping to see the door open
Hoping that monster will walk in
Shed his skin
And pull me into his arms once Again
But the door remains closed
All through the night
So I sit on the stairs
As the sky and I
Continue to cry

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Crazy-for-you said...
Sept. 23, 2010 at 4:51 pm
wow, i really like this story. its sad but i like the way it tells a story.
IansLover replied...
Sept. 23, 2010 at 7:12 pm
Thanks! I've come to realize that the most realistic stories are usually sad...
taytaynichole replied...
Sept. 26, 2010 at 4:20 pm
i realy like this..and some other work of yours. your talented:)
IansLover replied...
Sept. 26, 2010 at 6:14 pm
Aw, thanks so much! :)
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