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Forever Alone

February 27, 2012
By iamtaryn BRONZE, Colorado Springs, Colorado
iamtaryn BRONZE, Colorado Springs, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"However many Holy words you read, however many you speak...what good will they do you, if you do not act upon them?" - Buddha


The color of wilted roses,
Are the palms of your hands.
And as your first closes,
Her eyes fall into quick sand.

In the window of her soul,
I see the past.
Dying for fresh air,
Broken hour glass.

Anger makes a devil of all men.
Shuddering in fear,
As the clock ticks past ten.
The plates are on the table,
But the food yet to be served.

Sorry, so sorry,
Her last words.

The color of burnt concrete,
Are the remains of her bones.
And as the casket closes,
They turn into stone.

Forever alone.
Forever alone.

Forever.

Alone.

The author's comments:
I let the pen do all the work. I just picked it up and this is where it led me.

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