by August   Oct 3, 2004

You won’t live the years of
Your life
With mind in constant strife
And rumbles begin
And rubble will fall
Love will destroy
My towers, my halls
And you refrain,
“Your heart should wait
yearning converts it to gall.”
But I maintain,
“Your heart is broken,
there’s no love at all.”

Slivered moons breaking
Into seas for remaking
Young hearts try to heal
But when plunged into blood
Youth is never reborn
Only shattered into crystals of me
A night is over
Only I grow older
I am still here
You are still there
Walk over
It was never this close

Life is
Life is
Life is you beating me
With a branch of oak
Let ironic blood spill forth
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  • 13 years ago

    by August

    good job, Liam! we'll see a grammatically sound poem out of you yet!!!!! yeah, thanks for reassuring me about the last stanza, i wasn't 100% behind it.

  • 13 years ago

    by Liam

    the last stanza rocked! great work! (im getting better typin "you" by the way!)