The words rest
peacefully alive in fhe smallest of ways
inside these cumulous thoughts.
I tell her it's ok
but she doesn't hear me.
My cloud sails into a darker sky
untroubled by confusion
and I fail
as certain as I am solid.
And only my words escape
to hopefully survive the trip
down to the surface,
maybe one day
she'll find them.
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I like this and the ending. It is simple but the pessage is perfect, sometimes you have to leave them there until they are ready to hear them. Well written
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I didn't like the ending to be frank. What good is it if you die and all she has left is your poetry? Other than that I have nothing to say in a negative way. Despite that flaw this is vey good. - ocerus
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so cute....
oh, and you just look so cute :-) i can feel the honest passion.... -
an intriguing write! very talented! nice imagery throughout. such a powerful piece!
blessings *stomps
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