Next Departure To Hell Leaves At Old Oak
I lay beneath the oak tree watching you swingThe leaves blending perfectly against the clearing
The sunset bled orange and blotted the sky
Dried leaves flaking in the blink of an eye
Your hair cascading beneath your bent face
Wrapping your body in a sweet embrace
The wind rippling madly the flow of your skirt
Whisking your outline in a decadent flirt
Dark clouds approach submerging the plains
The sunset fades defeated to thunderous rains
Your hair flails dripping lifeless and wet
Thrashing violently in a glowing silhouette
Your knees stop shaking as the wind dies down
Your face turns blue with a permanent frown
From luscious to charred, I kiss your lips
And wipe your stained tears with my finger tips
But now you must bid the old oak adieu
For as your feet sway, you hinder my view
And although with much charm you modeled this rope
The moment has come for the noose and I to elope
So I don this death choker beneath the moonlight
And recoil from the Fires to bid you goodnight
Poetry by Shas Ramlogan
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 02:12
Tags Love  Death  Suicide 
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