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I knew that he was leaving As his eyes burned into mine Begging me to understand But I couldn't Wouldn't Didn't Understand. The winter gray sky Mirrored his stormy gray eyes. The wind whipped me, As his words stung my skin, Leaving me a Sick, twisted, bloody form, That he turned from in horror. I called out to him, Begged him not to leave, To understand that this wasn't my fault, But that was a lie, It was my fault, I knew it, In the depths of my being I knew it, And there was nothing I could do about it. |
I like how the poem breaks down the emotions that are occuring. They really draw the reader in. You did a great job writing a poem that tells a whole story, in a few stanzas. I personally wouldn't change a thing, keep up the excellent work. :) Selene | Posted on 2006-05-05 00:00:00 | by Selene | [ Reply to This ] | |