He stands alone in his room,
thinking of moments long past.
The days where his bed wasn't empty,
the days when she was there.
He looks in the mirror,
at the reflection of himself.
Despair fills his thoughts,
as he dreams of what could have been.
He closes his eyes and looks again,
the bed is no longer empty.
She's lying there,
peaceful in her sleep.
He lays down next to her,
and holds her close.
She stirs but doesn't wake,
as he kisses her softly.
He drifts to sleep with her in his arms.
With her in his head,
with her in his heart.
He looks in his mirror,
they're both there.
Romeo and his sleeping Juliet.
United at last, at the toll of his life.
A contest entry
- A Rounds Contest... Open To All. by Heavens Child.
500 points, ended September 5, 2007, 24 entries
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Comments
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What a beautifully sad write. Why does love always seem to come with some sort of cost?... sigh. Thank you for sharing and entering.
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now i know this one is about me, for the mention in the second to last line:
"Romeo and his sleeping Juliet."
that was a while ago now hunni, and i mis those days.
you and i were inseparatable and now i hardly ever get to see you, which kinda sucks!!!
im glad your back, ive missed ya..
xxxx sky
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