Burning buildings light the way
I pray they find me today.
Watch the twilight
I'll be dead come midnight,
I'll die with a picture of you in my hands,
Wishing I could've met your demands
They're here to save me…
But it's me they can't see…
The next day…
I'm gone you've left me this way
They pulled my body from this place
God cast me from his saving grace.
Don't worry, just pretend I'm asleep
And I ask you to keep……
Screaming a lullaby, to keep the dream…
That you had forgiven me…
A contest entry
- Hardest Decision Made by creationsfromheart.
425 points, ended July 1, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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wow, you got bronze for this one...good job
i'm glad you won a trophy good work...keep it up (i really enjoy your poetry your really really good)
~maddie
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beautiful imagery--Well deserving of the award--Well Done
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ok this poem not only flows well but speaks loud and when read aloud is very poiwerful this is a wonderful write thank you for the entry and good luck.
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you're pretty much amazing.
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