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Little more time : Gothic Poetry

written by Poet : peeper


Matched we be, you said to me,
As we gazed across the lawn.
Meadows free, you belong to me,
you whispered to the mornings dawn.
you looked to me, finish our song,
your heart said to me.
The time had come, too soon for me,
The want of me.
Hold him close, will it to be,
just a little more time,
Touch his needs, fill his mind with rhymes that bind.
Flesh can meld his hold to three it must cloud his mind.
Needs I fill, to fullest hill, washed over his mind.
A little more time, is all I need,
To get some calm for me.
It hurts to know, I told him so, not so long ago.
I can be all you need, but never will I be,
One to grow in thee.
This was fine, infact divine, no bond no hold.
It hurts to know, you did not know,
I am as you see, for my soul,
Died long ago,
Nothing to grow.
He sees the morning dawn, new as our bond,
What our future will hold.
I see the day, burn away,
loss of this, just one more day,
Things of lust will turn to dust, oh what a cliché.
Time is on it's way,
Time to walk, time to go, I need one more day.
One more day, I hide inside the fold of his warm arms,
The beat in his chest, ticks the time no more time to hide,
My greatest gift they not see,
I left before they loved me,
Still I need, to fill unto three, the needs one can't hide.
Is it right of me to say,
It hurts to see his promise to me,
Break and fall away.
The hurt inside, awaits his needs to turn to hate,
To bleed me with threats as I am the one that lied.
He will not remember, he lied,
He will say I played the flute and told him sweet lies.
For as all before him,
He wants the thing I cannot give,
No more time to hide.
A soulless thing, time is not on our side.
One more day, needs I fill it's all I have inside.
It cuts deep to know, one more day to go.
Walk away, his hate will grow,
Why do I try.
Needs I fill they want more still,
Lies, I live on their lies.
Next one will understand,
he will know,
Nothing inside to grow.
one more time, oh sweet lies,
I am the hurt I fed of lies.
All will want more, but need to fill
my need to please inside.
 

Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-24 19:13:43
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