C'est la MortA Poem by Rachel AndersonA tragic love story. The title is the counterpart for "C'est la vie," (Such is life) and means "such is death."The joy I felt on our very first date Spreads to you, since we know our fate. Seeing the future, all dressed in white, I treasure our time on this warm summer's night. I smile to myself and touch my lips.Oh, how I loved our very first kiss... We meet at the church and the steeple looks down. The dark clouds gather, but don't make a sound. My stomach in knots as I dive through the crowd. This can't be happening! Please, not now! I sob as I watch them carry him on. My friend, my lover, my everything - gone... I think of the things I would like to undo, Quietly wondering if there is room for two. I mimic the heavens as they start to cry. The black umbrellas all pass me by. Tears fall down as I touch my lips.
Oh, how I long for just one more kiss... © 2014 Rachel AndersonReviews
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StatsAuthorRachel AndersonMorganton, GAAboutNote: All thumbnails are my own photos unless told otherwise in the Author's note. Thank you. My name is Rachel. I'm a sophomore in college studying communication sciences and disorders. I love wri.. more..Writing
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