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The wind was blowing north,
The sun on the pier,
Lighting up the earth with tiny glowing,
Tidbits of gold,
Charles laughed,
Smiling,
Her happiness unmarred,
Or so it seemed to those who laughed with her,
Her best friends,
The ones who loved her,
Red blonde hair in the wind,
Caked with blood,
The stew of yet another wasted oppertunity,
The one poem's laughter,
As the bones crushed,
Charles,
A slave to death...
Where loyalty means nothing,
Charles smiled as the lights came to her,
She knew what they were and yet she laughed in the face of death,
Her smiles blinding as she exhaled slowly,
Her eyes focusing on the man behind the wheel,
Charles touched the note,
Written in her scrawling handwriting,
It was barely readable,
But they would know it said goodbye,
To her love...
...the only one who never knew,
The only one she could never have,
But if you think about it,
In a world where loyalty means nothing,
Maybe she could have had him,
Walked down the peir,
The two of them,
Laughing,
Charles thought this,
As she exhaled,
Her last,
Feeble,
Breath.
 Lunar Strawberry · Sun Jul 16, 2006 @ 07:20am · 5 Comments |
