She sits on the shore,
What's she waiting for?
I'm not returning anymore.
Her long onyx hair rolls, and flows,
It covers her face to hide the blows,
Of a life so cold her heart froze.
She sits on this, her fallen tree,
Every day she is waiting, for me,
I cannot leave my prison, the sea.
"Any day his ship will arrive,
He'll be on the deck, so alive,
One glance is enough to revive".
Yet a glance is more than I can give,
For the sea took my will to live,
My one hope is that she'll forgive.
Broken promises of homecoming,
As I sat, smoking and strumming,
The blues, feeling the forthcoming
Disaster that would end it all,
No man knows when he'll fall,
Death forgets none, big or small.
She sits on the shore,
What's she wating for?
I'm not returning anymore.
Author notes
The picture of the chick on the log.
http://pyschoticdemons.deviantart.com/art/EMOtional-modified-55841120
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brill
i like the first and last verse
and how you go back to the start again
did the man fall into the water and die?
love this poem
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That's what I gather but, who knows? The dead speaketh not...
Thanks for reading.
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Good rhyme scheme for sure, I like the repeat of the end and beginning, it drives it home well. Kinda sad though, it seems like..not sadness, just that sort of empty depression..if that makes any sense? lol, in other words, it's totally kickass.
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That's kind of what I was going for. The man's perspective but the woman's feelings. Thanks for noticing.
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Okay, here are a couple of photos:
http://melaniumom.deviantart.com/art/Cool-Blue-38556454
http://pyschoticdemons.deviantart.com/art/EMOtional-modified-55841120
Let me know how they work. Good luck!
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