The Last time I saw Your Face

from the archives

 

The last time I saw your face

your eyes were glowing in the moonlight

moonbeams formed an aura

like a halo placed on your head

 

........but you were no angel

 

The last time I saw your face

you brushed my hair from my eyes

kissed me tenderly

and promised me forever

 

.........but there was no forever

 

The last time I saw your face

you wiped the tears from my eyes

held me in your strong arms

and offered me shooting stars and moonbeams

 

........but there were no shooting stars

................and moonbeams fade

 

The last time I saw your face

I gave in and you tasted

the eagerness of my quivering heart

 

........but I did not have yours

 

The last time I saw your face

my world came to an end

my heart torn in two

 

........blindsided

 

Because the fact is

 

The last time I saw your face

........was

................the last time I saw your face

bj smith 

aka shallimarRose

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

Thanks for reading..feel free to comment or whatever.. xo

Reviews

[one sky]

My goodness! This is it. This is totally heart-breaking. The anaphora is an emphasis of the pain the voice is enduring...
So emotional...but written perfectly beautiful. The words, the format, the flow..I love them all. This is superb! Thank you for allowing me to discover this gem, Rose.

[shallimarRose]

No thank you for taking the time to come and visit my pages.. shallimarRose

[Sam]

I love the words even though they were of great pain and suffering the words flow so beautifully. Captivated me from the get go. I love your style. You truly have a gift like I have never seen before. Thank you for the rr. I can't wait to see what comes from you next. XO Sam

[shallimarRose]

Thats quite a compliment Sam thank you so much.. xo Rose

[Sam]

Your welcome. Pen on my friend and never let the ink run dry.

[B-poet]

It's a shame how broken promises can lead to such heartbreaking moment in a person's relational life. It's also funny what triggers within the mind in regards to relational experiences where that person's face becomes the embodiment for every broken promise they made which caused your heart to ache. Great work Rose. A thought provoking write & read. :)

[shallimarRose]

Well I think of the song "the first time ever I saw your face" and then I used it as a promp as if it was the last time I had seen his face.. Its just a poem and had no ties to me litterally..
Thank you so much Bri... xo Rose

[Pete Langley]

Ah me...lessons in life, lessons in life!....I think you`ve moved on from here, Rose....in life and in poetry....I have to admit I found this piece a trifle hackneyed Sorry, love. P.

[shallimarRose]

lol its not real Pete its just a poem and it is meant to feel of disappointment.... I dont know what that word even means... hackeneyed? lol... xo

[Pete Langley]

Sorry...didn`t mean to offend...`hackneyed` in colloquial language is oft-used words or phrases.P.

[shallimarRose]

no offence taken.. thanks for reading and the comments Pete.... xoxo

[Jack...]

I love how this moved through, even though sad, the last line(s) were perfect. Such a cool idea here Rose.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Jack... As I go through my piles of poetry I am sure I will find something that is to everyones liking at some point in time.. I think this one was from my Myspace days...

[ron]

Very nicely done. Its a beautiful poem, thank you so much for riting it.

[shallimarRose]

Thanks for reading Ron.. Its kind of an old one.. I am doing a lot of pulling from the archives in between ... xo Rose

[ron]

I wish I still had all my writings. I had maybe 150-200 of them. so every thing thats on here is starting from scratch.

[shallimarRose]

wow sweetie you dint save them? I have probably upwards of 500 but i lost so many from my earlier days when some boxes were mismarked and we didnt realize it till they were long gone..

[ron]

all my old stuff was writen down and I iether loned it for some one to read and never got it back or it ended up like yours in a mismarked box.

[shallimarRose]

wow maybe someday you will see it published in someone elses name.. On mine we had moved and by the time I got around with unpacking my stuff the box marked poetry and letters was full of clothing that was supposed to go to the good will donation.. The kids had been helping mark boxes.. :(

[ron]

Aww Im so sorry. Well the good thing about mine is I dont think it was that good .

[Keith]

You play our heart strings like a violin. Beautifully told.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Keith... xo Rose