We had this promise that we shall never be apart,
and we both know that it's nothing but straight from the heart,
though, we both know, things would always come to this,
so, now's the time that we should bear with it.
48 hours is all we have left,
so in your arms, please let me stay,
cause one way or another, our hands that are intertwined,
will lose it's grip, would always remember your loving touch.
I know you don't see me crying, nor would I let you see now,
for when a tear would escape in my eyes,
things would get blurry, and I can't look at the face of whom I memorize so long,
so don't let me cry now my love, please don't.
I have kept your picture here in my bag,
Full of your caring whispers, full of your unsaid vows,
so if ever I want to feel you,
a glimpse would take all the sadness go.
So now dear, hold me tight, but then let go,
kiss me passionately, but release me before it's time,
embrace me, but let me run away,
cause I know, my feet would stop and it wouldn't move,
and till the death's forever, I know, my hands won't let go.
Author notes
My last 48 hours...
A contest entry
- End of the World by Lucian Valcor.
500 points, ended July 25, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Make me Cry. ... One way or another
Comments
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last 48 hours
the anticipation of separation makes the feeling intense
this is sad, knowing that something beautiful would not lasts... -
Wow!
Oh your last 48 hours this was intense I loved this!
You sure have talent keep writing! -
thank you so much for your entry into my contest and the work and thought you put into every thing best wishes
Lucian Valcor
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