The DownfallA Poem by Annabel Lee
Then again, she didn't.
He did but she refused to go. She wished in her dreams, a party in her subconscious. Silent and sad with black umbrellas, discussing the death of her trust. Fun memories made and how life is too short, remembering those times. But now its dead and gone, left without a trace. Her downfall, his struggle, oh what a disgrace! Suicidal but something to live for, saying their last goodbyes. Saying their last goodbyes. Laying in the sun her head on his chest, taking naps and counting wishes, necklaces and tears on the keyboard. Dead as a frozen animal, heart stopped a' beating, but not for long. Oh! Not for long. Pictures and songs, Jokes and wrongs, All not for long. The storm breaks, alliances fake, and they forget to head to the cellar. Heads ablaze and minds spinning, the sad clowns grinning, its time to say the goodbyes. He refuses to let her go... she wants him to forget. And she wants and waits and wanes, and waxes and goes and gets. But yet, she can never forgive, still she can never forget. All she can do is regret, ever meeting him in the mall, shushing him at the movies. Staring into his eyes and thinking, thinking about love, And with surprise, she thinks about the future, wishes and dreams and tears. Silver moons and silver blades fall, unto her windowsill. Until she's just numb, loved him till she was dumb, beautiful beautiful peace. Always there to break her fall, she begins to try to fall forward, or away from him. But nonetheless, he's there, frustrating and irreplaceable unescapable. False-bottomed hopes bobbing paddleboats on the seascape of his love; she tries to get to the shore, but gets caught back in the riptide. All over again, the ups and downs, the sighs and frowns, laughs and tears engrained in a pillow. Kissing and jokes, they'll be together someday. He is her apocalyptic downfall, her his only savior. Admonishing and loving, beautiful and amazing, he'll never be able to go without; he'll never go without.
© 2010 Annabel Lee |
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2 Reviews Added on August 6, 2010 Last Updated on August 6, 2010 AuthorAnnabel LeeIndianapolis, INAbouti write short stories and poems and junk i draw occasionally and like music and webcomics and cartoons i'm 15 and forget what people put in these boxes more..Writing
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