NY moment

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited March 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
a windswept beach
it's wintertime
she walks alone
he's on her mind
she doesn't wonder
she knows why
he hurts himself
to feel alive
or is it that he's scared of death
but wants it close enough
to take his last breath
she hugs herself
her arms tight around
a wilted rose perfumes her heart
the thorns drawing blood remain his crown
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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