Continuation of The One Page
His hand is slightly trembling
While he picks up the pen with pain
Because he has been attempting
To save from the flame the remains
From that last page that he wished
Could start over and be properly finished
But he must move on from those words
Because all it brings is shame
It's all hope but it is absurd
To think her book still has his name
A battle between love and hate
And no one can truly relate
To the hollowness he continually feels
When his heart is not by his side
But time constantly reveals
That love will never coincide
With his dream for happiness
So he won't wait with hopefulness
He begins to crawl out of his cage
And moves away from his false amor
He starts writing on the next page
And these words look better than before
Although there are few words within this
He saw heaven with just that one kiss
But he has to be wary with this new one
Time shall put the words in their right place
She is the fairest he ever laid eyes on
He won't let these words go to waste
This new book is impossible to define
But everything about it is so divine
She infests every corner of his mind
Her image alone gives a mental climax
Thinking that last page he will never find
Then this new book arises from the cracks
And gives him the hope to look forward
To write a new one to aim toward
A body of pure perfection
Her eyes holding his last chapter
But there is a constant separation
From him being with his only lover
A classic story of Romeo and Juliet
He, a royal Montague; her, a baby Capulet
He's a parasite filled with darkness
Feeding off the heart of another
Dependent on love to fulfill emptiness
Yearning the beating light within her
But he writes very cautiously
To avoid making mistakes foolishly.
He writes these travesties so freely
And they're worse than any crime
He falls way too easily
But it feels right all the time
So he'll engulf himself with this new book
And take the bait on her piercing hook
He doesn't know what these words might say
The fear that he feels is so familiar
But he won't let this page disarray
Into something for him to suffer
No matter what her book upholds
Our two bodies will become one soul
And as he starts writing this new page
He will start reading her diary
And wait for his immaculate sage
Her true name: Mary
Poetry by Barry
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 15:07
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His hand is slightly trembling
While he picks up the pen with pain
Because he has been attempting
To save from the flame the remains
From that last page that he wished
Could start over and be properly finished
But he must move on from those words
Because all it brings is shame
It's all hope but it is absurd
To think her book still has his name
A battle between love and hate
And no one can truly relate
To the hollowness he continually feels
When his heart is not by his side
But time constantly reveals
That love will never coincide
With his dream for happiness
So he won't wait with hopefulness
He begins to crawl out of his cage
And moves away from his false amor
He starts writing on the next page
And these words look better than before
Although there are few words within this
He saw heaven with just that one kiss
But he has to be wary with this new one
Time shall put the words in their right place
She is the fairest he ever laid eyes on
He won't let these words go to waste
This new book is impossible to define
But everything about it is so divine
She infests every corner of his mind
Her image alone gives a mental climax
Thinking that last page he will never find
Then this new book arises from the cracks
And gives him the hope to look forward
To write a new one to aim toward
A body of pure perfection
Her eyes holding his last chapter
But there is a constant separation
From him being with his only lover
A classic story of Romeo and Juliet
He, a royal Montague; her, a baby Capulet
He's a parasite filled with darkness
Feeding off the heart of another
Dependent on love to fulfill emptiness
Yearning the beating light within her
But he writes very cautiously
To avoid making mistakes foolishly.
He writes these travesties so freely
And they're worse than any crime
He falls way too easily
But it feels right all the time
So he'll engulf himself with this new book
And take the bait on her piercing hook
He doesn't know what these words might say
The fear that he feels is so familiar
But he won't let this page disarray
Into something for him to suffer
No matter what her book upholds
Our two bodies will become one soul
And as he starts writing this new page
He will start reading her diary
And wait for his immaculate sage
Her true name: Mary
Poetry by Barry
Read 812 times
Written on 2007-02-27 at 15:07
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