Every Passing Day

by Jack Nightengale   Sep 17, 2011


Lovely flowers grow at the touch of her fingers,
On the roses, on the thorns, my poison lingers.
Falling slowly, forgetting what I've done,
Bringing a bouquet of poison, making the tears run.

A slumber of pain and undeniable suffering,
Nightmare where words aren't heard and no one sings.
Fear arises as she starts refusing to trust,
Her hope shatters as her heart begins to turn into dust.

Tears roll out as she starts to awake,
Still waiting by her side she thinks that this was all fake.
No other words, she just turns and walks away,
Slowly fading as he is forgotten, more and more with each and every passing day.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Im not broken anymore

    This is great as all the rest. :) your such a perfect writer. no matter what its about they're a;ways great :) your awesome

  • 12 years ago

    by Susan Hendra

    Beautiful and deep. Right through from the heart.

  • 12 years ago

    by Erion

    I added this one to my favorites!

  • 12 years ago

    by Brittany Klein

    Another GREAT write,I like your style of writing, it makes the reader drawn to the words as if they were "seeing" it happen.

    Favorite lines:
    "Fear arises as she starts refusing to trust,
    Her hope shatters as her heart begins to turn into dust."

    Love it!!! 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by xx stacy xx

    Kris... is that u

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