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Mourned


Author: BleedingTears
ASL Info:    16/f/Neverland
Elite Ratio:    4.06 - 418 /289 /62
Words: 109
Class/Type: Poetry /Depressed
Total Views: 1436
Average Vote:    4.5000
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it was just something unique i came up with compared to my writing.


Mourned



He cried for all these years.
She died and they mourned.
But as lovers, they could never feel it.
They believed as one blood.
They tried so hard to make it.

As the days passed,
the webs in all the corners,
the dust upon our treasures,
Every day they mourned.

They sleep with their eyes wide open,
All dreams were made from grief.
And every day they spent,
trying to make it fancy,
trying to take it all away.

The days they mourned,
have become all the days they could remember.
And every time they would see him cry,
There was nothing left but to remember.




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  ahhh.... it hurts.... and its sad..... but it was good... it shows me that people really feel.
| Posted on 2007-03-23 00:00:00 | by yamifox | [ Reply to This ]
  Very Sad! I like the sad one ones. It keeps us in check. Thanks for sharring!!
Kelley Frost
| Posted on 2006-10-26 00:00:00 | by whendt | [ Reply to This ]
  this is sad but beautiful. memories can be painful, kind of bittersweet.
good write.
whirl**
| Posted on 2006-10-17 00:00:00 | by whirl | [ Reply to This ]
  So many memories, brought back by this poem. And its so true of my life. Its a great write, +fav!
Thank you for the memories.
~David~
| Posted on 2006-10-17 00:00:00 | by D.C.M. | [ Reply to This ]
  this is a really good poem. it reminds me of my friend Breigha ... especially these two parts:

He cried for all these years.
She died and they mourned.
But as lovers, they could never feel it.
They believed as one blood.
They tried so hard to make it.

...and

The days they mourned,
have become all the days they could remember.
And every time they would see him cry,
There was nothing left but to remember.

cause i sit back and think about her all the time, and i have to admit...sometimes i do cry. anyway, i really like this piece and it is going straight to my favorites list.


xoxoxoxoxo <3,
billy

| Posted on 2006-10-17 00:00:00 | by kession | [ Reply to This ]


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