HopeA Poem by dreaming dameI just sort of put together a lot of thoughts,so I hope it makes sense to you.I think of you night and day. Escape you?I have tried every way, But your words of love, eyes of truth. I'm weak,hold me; your strong. The moments, days without you are so long.
I look up and see your eyes, I'm never to be free again. You're still holding me, enchanting. I feel a loud, quiet sigh, Your letting me go, I can stand alone.
But no,I can't, I'm in the dirt. I've fallen, but you don't see, You turned around, you've moved on, I lay in the dust, crying salty tears of loss and shame, hear I am; the dying dame.
My greater good, my strength, has waiked away, moved on. Once again, hurt triumphs. It was a battle, it's over now, and I've lost. Oh, what i've lost; I'm losing strength, no longer in the dust.
My blood, in pools, form crimson mirrors to the sky, threatning evil Promising to avenge me, to seek revenge, But no, I forbid you to harm him.
Desparetely almost; I call out, ''I need you, please, please help. I feel my heart slow,10...9...8... somehow, I keep breathing,
Alas, I can take no more. I scream in agony, And my heart; 7...6...5... I see your eyes once more, Your eyes!? It's you! Hold me, mend me.
4...3...2... A confession of love, your holding me, I feel your strength; hope, Your eyes, I've been captured and freed, Your love alone, has restored my life.
I'm alive; we are one, Our love, together are the rays of the sun, telling the world of hope. Forever.
© 2014 dreaming dameAuthor's Note
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21 Reviews Added on March 20, 2011 Last Updated on February 26, 2014 Authordreaming dameSouthern Ontario, CanadaAboutI'm 18 now, finally the age I dreamed of being as a kid lol. Life has shown that lessons can be taught in a very difficult way.. but I believe in finding the little things of beauty in everyday life.. more..Writing
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