InevitableA Poem by Williami wanna break every clock--the hands of time can never move again. [we could stay in this moment for the rest of our lives.]i’m sick of these charades, she whispered, and laid her head on my chest. i traced patterns in her skin, and thought of how i didn’t want to wake up again. that night, i cried myself to sleep. i dreamed of capsized boats, a cottage with butterfly wings nailed to the walls, and a canary who had lost his song. i was rocked to sleep by the sound of the waves in endless car crashes. i sat by my desk, shocked that i was actually writing again, disgusted because it was still trash. i’d glace at her every so often, and watch her rock the baby to the beat of the waves. the sun was bleeding into the ocean, and we stood, watching the massacre. my arm was around her, and we were complete. a little part of a little prison. we kissed as the last of daylight died. but then i broke when i remembered that none of this was reality. © 2011 WilliamAuthor's Note
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Added on March 4, 2011Last Updated on March 4, 2011 AuthorWilliamAtco, NJAboutHello, my name is William and I'm a write-aholic. My first poem ever was written in January 2009, so I'm still pretty rough. Nothing is perfect, but I'm addicted to writing, and I do enjoy doing it.. more..Writing
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