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I dream of shattered illusions Of watery images and distorted mirrors Through rose tinted glasses Promises I blindly make Forevers, nevers, togethers But this somehow seemed different You seemed so secure, so sure Like sandbags to block the flood But slowly you've been leaking away I can see you and the colour is fading, slowly out of your eyes, you're losing touch of who you are but don't let go of me, whatever you do Wander as far away as you must But never lose your route Secrets dont make friends But i can forgive you for the truth Call it an emergency I'm losing my friend here She walked so far away off the track She walked so far she couldn't come back Call it an emergency, Call it Call it, Call it quick Doctor can't you here me I'm losing my best friend She's dying slowly i can see it in her eyes bring her back to me bring her back to life. |
5stars That was pretty great,your mechanics were right on cordination as far as the subject is concerned.The way you brought out the closure of death it made the poem ultimately stand for something monumental to yourself but something that needs to be shared with others.The pain.the loss,the nostalgia.I say nostalgia because I'm assuming this was a true friend of yours. RG | Posted on 2008-03-08 00:00:00 | by Rex Gold | [ Reply to This ] | Wow, I've actually got tears in my eyes. I love the fact that you said it was a blend. People seem to mostly criticize the form of poems, when they needn't have form. It's almost like I was there. Watching everything from above. | Good Write, Anna | Posted on 2008-03-06 00:00:00 | by Aethyx | [ Reply to This ] | |