The Last Thing

The Last Thing

In time of lust,
In time of need,
I hold you closer,
I know the deed,
Of what you've done,
Of what you've said,
There is no arguing with the dead,
I can't let go,
I can't run now,
You're in my heart,
So take your bow,
As you danced your way inside of me,
With beautiful grace and with speed
You knew how to tug on my strings within,
You knew I would follow the everlasting sin,
So as I hold you, your body limp,
I cry the tears of a wimp,
I beg for you to come back to me,
Let death not part us can't you see,
I grab the knife of which you used,
I hold it closer as if it's my muse,
I then bring it backwards gently at first,
Then shove it into my heart as it bursts,
We both lie now, on the ground,
There's only a whisper, a simple sound,
It is me telling you how you were the one,
How you and I should of been together and how we belonged,
Those last few words turned into a bloody speak,
The blood rises through my throat and my eyes can barely peek,
The last thing I saw was you next to me,
The last thing I said was I love you to thee.

Copyright 2010 Stacy Perry

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Personally, I think some of the words sound forced. Even so, I commend your attempt at a rather difficult rhyming pattern. I noticed that your poem seems to have a modern romeo and juliet touch to it. Very tragic, indeed.

Keep Writing. ^___^