Two Young CadaversA Poem by Ryan Patrick WalshRekindling Young Love.
Begging he falls to her gun,
He ran so long but now he's rung, She creeps up their bone flower, But he died in this burning tower, Her eyes break through dam cement, Metal gowns the skeleton present, This kiss will drop the brazier, Third degree suits together they peel, He felt reaction to pins, She cried during the operation, He'll spin her to the ground, She screams when she's straight anyhow. The boy who ran to the subway, He left his girl at their wake that day, Take care till the day she leaves, The last Fall leaf is gone in the Spring. © 2010 Ryan Patrick Walsh |
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Added on July 16, 2010 Last Updated on July 16, 2010 AuthorRyan Patrick WalshWest Bloomfield, MIAbout20 year old student currently attending MSU for a degree in Media Arts and Technology (Film, Television, Camerawork, Screenwriting, etc). I've been consistently writing poetry and short stories since .. more..Writing
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