I like Poe, can you tell?
a dream so still
a pocelain rose
Quiet "I love yous" locked behind threaded lips
So many soft touches lost on dead fingertips
Hair that once was perfumed
has lost it's scent
Eyes once so dreamy
empty now with a life spent
A hollow shell where her heart did reside
Darkness and cold now fill her inside
One final touch on her cold brow
He will soon join her
He knows this somehow.
Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-09-13 at 21:52
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To the Beauty Now Dead
Beauty preserved in death's reposea dream so still
a pocelain rose
Quiet "I love yous" locked behind threaded lips
So many soft touches lost on dead fingertips
Hair that once was perfumed
has lost it's scent
Eyes once so dreamy
empty now with a life spent
A hollow shell where her heart did reside
Darkness and cold now fill her inside
One final touch on her cold brow
He will soon join her
He knows this somehow.
Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-09-13 at 21:52
Tags Death 
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