DEATH

Because of the new

You know not of me

It is I, who is dead. Not my love.

I kill myself for you

not because of you

I am dead for your eyes only

And I remain a ghostly memory.

 Sept 7. 1998 ©

DEATH WATCH

You were the driving force within my being

You owned my heart, my soul.

Who will heal my wounds,

who will fill my dreams or quench my thirst?

Someone is blocking my way

I cannot, this time return.

A crystal ball reveals the loneliness prevail.

Is my love to wither and die, lie in prune state, by the way side?

The moon we shared you look with another

while I alone stand gazing from a distance

and I hear our love songs play an un-rhythmic tune.

WOUNDS

You cut out my heart,

not by hand or weapon

but with knife-like words.

I didn't want to hear them

but you said them, un-ashamedly.

You cut a gash that will not heal

and left me bleeding to death.

Forever lost to you, cast aside and dead.

You leave my remains scattered for all the world to see.

Remove me from this memory

and let my soul run free.

REMEMBER

Today, a year ago

I flew to your arms.

You held me for this long

now you cast me off your bracelet charm.

I will fade in time,

I know

as another holds your heart.

TeAnne © Sept 8. 1998

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