End (Bouts-Rimes)

Silently, I fall from you
Not listening, refusing to hear the call
Like the sound of a dove
Laced soundly with love
Our souls, they should merge
Instead they still purge
The feelings, with fright
And refuse to see the light
I listen to my head
Refusing to let my feelings be fed
I know this is the end
For I won’t be able to mend
The fight by the lake
Still seems so very fake
I hear a small chick
And my last memories flick

Author notes

this is a bouts-rimes, and if you dont know what that is, look it up, i had to in order to remember! just kidding. a bouts rimes is a poem that comes from a given set of rhyming words, so somebody in my english class in high school gave me the words and i used them to make a poem. i couldn't mess around with the order of them either. No, I don't know why the first two lines don't fit in... but I'm making it a point not to edit any of these
Written October 22nd, 2006