While gasping my heart’s bleeding
she stilled there flaunting, never fleeting.
Crying-smiling, and far from kidding,
she read my eyes as if a book:
”Dazed yet happy while sad,
you feel cared for so not so bad.
Also surprised, though just a tad
since I can see beyond your look.”
My heart belonged almost completely
to this maiden named Brooke.
Although her eyes had all the seeming
of an angel’s that is dreaming,
she had me hoping, nearly kneeling,
hoping to never cross her flaw.
Then and there as if hallowed
happiness, my soul swallowed.
I, fulfilled with passion, startled:
To her perfection stood in awe. |
Submission Name: Seaside Suicide pt. 4
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