His eyes once played like violins,
and danced in motley flower's bloom.
His music sings and laughter grins,
while swimming in my sweet perfume,
confined inside our wall less room.
But only in my mind does he,
still love to dance and prance and sing.
He's still alive but never free,
from greed's enveloping freezing sting;
he lives this earth a broken wing.
While making love and lust alike,
his growing eyes shown quite a change.
He saw the things that we dislike,
like anger fuming, hate so strange,
his new born heart then rearrange.
Age did a tole upon his soul,
and stole the one I'm holding close.
So lost inside his self control,
like banks concerned with money gross,
his happy self is now a ghost.
In life he receives many things,
Just superficial mindless toys,
enough to catch a million kings.
Payback he must what he enjoys,
he never gives only destroys.
A hungover bad working man,
captures my heart now once again.
Just like when our lives first began,
he cages me with what had been,
his shining eyes now held within.
But only in my mind does he,
still love to dance and prance and sing.
He's still alive but never free,
from greed's enveloping freezing sting;
he lives this earth a broken wing.
Author notes
option 4
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iamthebeatles
A contest entry
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Comments
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Wow- this is really bloody good, I can see why it reached the finalists.
You draw out characters really well, creating deep empathy and sympathy for them within the reader.
The bit you repeat doesn't cloy either, it works very well.
Beautiful! X

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and i guess i could? lol
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Holy effing shiz (replace with swears) that was like omg wow. I liked it very much so

I don't even know what to say, just wow
(i would give u three applause but i have no points D
but u are going into the finalists


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