I sit alone on my unfolded bed,
Thoughts race through my head,
Listen to the rain pound on the roof,
look at the rain slide down the window,
like tears flow down my cheek,
reminding me of kisses so sweet,
heat fades from the room,
so dark and cold,
death will surely take it's solid hold,
let the story be retold,
the night of my death,
the rain came down,
all because of the love I never found,
I once filled with hope,
my only way to cope,
the envelope sealed with my kiss,
inside a letter filled with love and bliss,
now that your gone it came to this,
the knife stained with blood lay on the floor,
my body lay broken and torn,
listen to the rain it will tell it all,
it'll tell of the love I had and it'll tell of my downfall.
And how my life didn't matter at all.
let the story be retold,
the night of my death,
the rain came down,
all because of love I never found.
Author notes
I was in a dark depressed mood and the rain just kept falling.
Written March 25th, 2006
A contest entry
- A Lovers Question by DrkPoet.
450 points, ended March 12, 2008, 27 entries
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I enjoyed the imagery of the rain pouring down as your thoughts poured out across the page, spilling your emotions into a flood of pain. A beautiful write, thanks for entering it.
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great!!!
omg .That is beautiful!!!!!!!!! I love it. Its so deep. And really powerful word choice. good, No Great write!Check me out sumtime. Great job!
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