Within these lines I'll tell a tale,
Of love and sweet remorse.
Where darkness seems to intervene,
And turn fate off its course.
Of love and sweet remorse.
Where darkness seems to intervene,
And turn fate off its course.
It was by chance that they should cross,
Among those busy streets.
That stroke of luck that brought them there,
Its maker it shall meet.
For days they touched each others hearts,
It fear that it would cease.
And yet it came that fateful day,
A day they would release.
For weeks she neither ate nor slept,
In fear he shant return.
While he was off in distant lands,
T'was for her he would yearn.
He fought with all his courage there,
And toiled in blood and sweat.
One fatal blow that ceased his fight,
The blow that fate did set.
Dismal news traveled fast and far
Back to his land of home.
He lies there silent in the dirt,
His spirit does now roam.
In due time does she hear this news
And screams in loss and pain
For months it was she lived her life,
So bitter and in vain.
It was to much to bear one day,
She flirted with a knife.
She drove it deep, without a sound,
That day, the end of life.
Poetry by Justin M.
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Written on 2006-10-24 at 22:44
Tags Ballad Remorse Love
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Of love and sweet remorse.
Where darkness seems to intervene,
And turn fate off its course.
"Within these lines I'll tell a tale..."
Within these lines I'll tell a tale,Of love and sweet remorse.
Where darkness seems to intervene,
And turn fate off its course.
It was by chance that they should cross,
Among those busy streets.
That stroke of luck that brought them there,
Its maker it shall meet.
For days they touched each others hearts,
It fear that it would cease.
And yet it came that fateful day,
A day they would release.
For weeks she neither ate nor slept,
In fear he shant return.
While he was off in distant lands,
T'was for her he would yearn.
He fought with all his courage there,
And toiled in blood and sweat.
One fatal blow that ceased his fight,
The blow that fate did set.
Dismal news traveled fast and far
Back to his land of home.
He lies there silent in the dirt,
His spirit does now roam.
In due time does she hear this news
And screams in loss and pain
For months it was she lived her life,
So bitter and in vain.
It was to much to bear one day,
She flirted with a knife.
She drove it deep, without a sound,
That day, the end of life.
Poetry by Justin M.
Read 921 times
Written on 2006-10-24 at 22:44
Tags Ballad Remorse Love
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