Lifted up by waves
Pulled down by sorrow
Her grave so peaceful
Filled by glistening water
Nothing left
Not even the soul
Skin like sheets of fallen snow
That gives a ghostly look to her soft face
That perfects her died looks of beauty
...She seems to be laying awake
......On her grave of water
Her beauty and sorrow makes her died body
...Come to life as angel in sleep
If only her heart had not been in pain
...She wouldn't be in her watery grave
Floating away in her sleeping dreams
...With no pain
......With no broken heart
.........With no sorrow
As her END
A contest entry
- so she drowns. by layla..
1450 points, ended May 11, 2009, 27 entries
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