When the sun has
stopped its rotating,
when the snowflakes
aren't unique anymore,
when the grass
no longer grows,
and the last rings
in the trees have
finished expanding -
when I lie cold
in my grave
and I can't ever
hear you again -
then I will have forgotten you.
Never until then...
A contest entry
- Semi Quickie And Possible publishing. by creationsfromheart.
650 points, ended March 12, 2008, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - *Anything* by xcoldxtruthx.
300 points, ended March 10, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is very pretty thank you for the entry and good luck in the contest!
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