Holding my hand
we fallow this track
Wondering where it starts and where it ends
Your so young
and me so old
You look at me
with dyeing eyes
making contact for only a minute
fast to look away
i catch you
Asking you with such a cold voice
"whats wrong"
You bite your lip and i know how this will end
You tighten your grip
letting me know something needs to be said
I stop dead in my tracks
suddenly you let go
"We need to talk"
I bite my tongue till i taste the blood
"please.. "
I cant do this anymore you whisper
I cant hide you away
your to perfect for me to hold away
Fighting a request
I hold back the tears
They wont remember give it a month or so i say
No.. this just cant happen anymore
Not listening I look to the left
rail road tracks fall into the sun
I turn the other way and i look back..
If i cant have you i want no one
Taken off i just laugh
I cant tell if its a sad or a happy laugh
but as I run i feel the air
hitting the wetness my tears created
I never want to be found..
I wont let this die..
I wont give up
Author notes
The names katy... and i chose the picture
A contest entry
- My Hands Feel Like They're Rusting [A.w.a.y.] ♥ by SarahEatsAirplane.
900 points, ended April 30, 2008, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
this is a great take on the picture. i never thought about this for the picture idea... but great job... i like the imagery, and the internal conflict you weaved into this.
good luck.

