Last Night Alive

Last Night Alive

A Poem by Speak in Silence

Deep ocean blue

Carry me up from your depths

Deep ocean blue

Carry me away from the untrue


Unspoken goodbyes

Heartfelt tears I've only cried

No more late nights

Just be honest and say they were lies


So I'll spend my last night dreaming of you

And I'll cry my last tears over you

I'll write my last words to you

And I'll dry the blood from my veins because of you

© 2013 Speak in Silence


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I love everything about this poem. I love the image it paints in my mind and the flow of the words.
This is a beautiful piece. Keep it up :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


I could relate this to my present situation...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very lyrical and melodic! A beautiful piece of work! Wonderful

Posted 11 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

11 Years Ago

Awe thank you!
wonderfully written it flows easily.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

11 Years Ago

Thank you
Nicely written emotions splattering the page like paint splattering a canvass. Nice poem (:

Posted 11 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

11 Years Ago

Thanks!
Rhianne Ney

11 Years Ago

You're welcome~
who is that is it for a lover...ha ha

Posted 11 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

11 Years Ago

Aha, yes
Releasing the pain is the only way to move on... otherwise that pain becomes an anchor dragging you to the bottom of the ocean.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

11 Years Ago

That is so true.
What a captivating and compelling write. Great work. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

11 Years Ago

Thanks(:

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Added on May 10, 2013
Last Updated on May 10, 2013
Tags: ex, love, heartbreak, suicide

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Speak in Silence

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