What I saw when she looked into my eyes

lamentation, you'll find that to be true with most of my poems

As sleep averts its gaze from me,

I write a still yet living thing,

no blade, no sting, no song to sing,

can ever bear me hence from she.

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no pouring rain in bitterness,

can ever quench the lonliness,

of waiting in the darkliness,

for the break of this refrain.

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I see with my pale white eyes,

nothing that the dark does not comprise,

but in my heart I realize,

how came to me this pain.

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for how could I share to you,

the memories that burn,

without a rhyming scheme or two,

to ensure that this you learn.

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for too long now have you lingered,

in this dreadful heart of mine,

and too short have you hungered,

for that which now you dine.

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a tale is what I've promised you,

and that is rightly so,

but with you I shall be honest too,

for this is a tale of woe.

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of memories in this past three year,

one alone stands out most clear,

one memory do I hold most dear,

one dream who's death I greatly fear.

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An Angel standing next to me,

for which I, gravely mistaken,

proclaimed that she darkness be,

and thus did dark awaken.

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not in her but I,

did this darkness so promote,

but looking back I'd rather die,

than see this girl so smote.

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for what I saw when she looked into my eyes,

I would pay in blood to see once more,

but the blood I've spilt now useless lies,

in streams beneath the floor.

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for her eyes shone out more brilliantly

than diamonds set in stone,

with the sunset shining perfectly,

it is nothing to what her eyes have shown.

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She used to stand right next to me,

and dangling from her hands,

a satchel light and facing me,

and over her arms are many bands.

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I remember her staring up at me,

as if in admiration,

the wonder of this puzzled me,

and so I feigned irritation.

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and yet not a mark of fear did I see,

she stood there to me smiling,

see also did I not her beauty,

and the many wondors of her mind.

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to remember her, my heart does quake,

for now to me she's gone,

and now the darkness does me take,

my Love shall have no dawn.

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let your heart not wander to and fro,

for this I've said, is a tale of woe,

what I'm trying to say you'll never know...

so take your joy and your freedom and Go.

Reviews

[K.S.78]

"So just take your freedom and go"- indeed, ... because enough is never enough to be said. No matter how much you talk reason and understand it all is just way to sad in the end. :) Great piece!

[Robert Malcom]

thank you so much! I know! you could just go on and on about it but I just kept it to the basics :P

[VanillaBean]

Very beautiful.

Did you put 'Darkliness' in on purpose as your own word or were you meant to write 'darkness'?

[Robert Malcom]

haha yeah, I figured some authors can make up their own words so why not I?

[VanillaBean]

Well it works :)

[Robert Malcom]

:)

[metaltylah]

Mein Gott...Caleb, this is....absolutely beautiful.