Sunday, February 13, 2005
THE POET'S DEAD but would you remember? Look beyound the dusty sheet, the drawing music, and the weathered seat,
Beyond the tinted, glass that's cracked thr rusted metal, and the soul that lacked,
A voice of the fallen, it trembles and quakes, Atlas, it falls to hide, The withered heart that breaks
She was my love, his soul, you know, so why th cold? from friend to foe?
Unintending, the boy still cries, she would have been his angel, if not for all the lies,
The pages are yellowed, but memories sigh, the breadth still escapes "I Love you"s without replies.
No more calls, No more 'Dear's, No more red eyes, No more fears,
No more cold, No more blue, No more nothing, No more YOU,
She's all i need, You'll never level, It werks like heaven, Has defeated the devil,
For then she came, with her hair so brown, she extrude pure grace, and comfort around,
She's my love, My Princess too, She's Diana, She'll never be you.
diana on cashvin's blog a much needed hug and a sweet kiss upon the cheek for my guitar pick. thank you for this poem love. i'm so sorry i took the paper you wrote it on home. i was going to help you post it sooner. but i figured the eve of valentines day would have more significance. but cash? remember. no matter what life may bring us? or the outcome of it all? i 've promised. u. always. yes love. for always. *smiles at you and gives you another hug.
*she pulls out a the dandelion fom her hair *goes down on her good knee * and says would you be my valentine? aha *laughs out loud. nah. love? you already are.
hee. with love, cashvin's guitar.
Cashvin. 2/13/2005 03:10:00 AM
my comatose
its far too much for me.
scream.CashvinChristopher
20's not all that bad : finds solitude in the guitar. singing my lungs out. senseless expressive poetry. making a fool of myself. :)
