Sophie wants to die.

Sophie wants to die.
Her wish is furious but rational.
Her soul is too great to fit her body.

Sophie wants to die.
She would like to leave life behind today.
She glimpses the painless pleasures ahead.

Sophie wants to die.
Her heart is weary and torn.
Her body is waiting to be reborn.

Sophie wants to die.
Winds blow hard and cold.
This will be her last fall.

Sophie wants to die.
Her body falls heavy to the ground.
Sharp cliffs wait ahead.

Sophie is dead.
Sophies body rests in the blood-shed red.
Sophies soul is reborn, as her wish said.

For Sophie is like you and me,
despite her defiance against the laws of life.
Love is not for every man.

Sophies love was too strong and too pure.
Sophies love became a wound, for sure.
Sophies crime was her soul; too strong, too good.
Sophie left life behind because she could.

So let us learn that love shall be pure.
Let us find courage and the strength to cure.
Let us find our love, the strong.
Let us sing our lifelong song.




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-12-14 at 01:21

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Tobias Hedlund
Aye!
That hurt.
2005-12-14


Zoya Zaidi
"Sophie's crime was her soul"
Soul so delicate on the whole,
Soul so pure, alas too pure,
Soul that cares, to love adheres,
Soul that heals, a thousand cares,
Soul that salvation finds,
Soul that our bodies enshrines...
May Sophie her Nirvana find....
((((((((Very Warm Hugs Dan))))))))
Love, to you and Sophie!
2005-12-14


Inked.
I love the line "Sophies crime was her soul"

It's amazing, as is the poem as a whole.
2005-12-14