United we stand, united we fall,
Waiting for your one last call.
From the one you want to spend your life with,
Maybe true happiness IS only a myth.
The passion for love down to its last thread,
Before the scarf tears apart from my heart to my head.
For a brief moment our hearts were seperated,
The feeling of love that was fabricated.
But Still my affection burns brightly,
Hoping that when the time comes I can let go lightly.
And I know that you hope for longer good-byes,
embracing for forever and falling in your eyes.
Taking me away from all I know,
Because I could never let you go.
And now that you're gone I want you more than ever,
You said there was one thing I need to remember.
Even when I'm not sitting with you,
I'm right by your side, right next to you.
And you need to be blissful, so the memory will live on.
Until you reunite in another world through your common bond.
Past memories will become present memories,
As we lay together, the gentle breeze over our faces again.
A contest entry
- The Missing by Cherokee.
300 points, ended August 10, 2008, 14 entries
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