I think I *might* have posted this about a year ago on here. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25569086/ is where I originally posted it.
Not Waving But Drowning
Losing myself in your icy blues,
Not waving...but drowning.
Trapped between two mirrors now
A single tear
And the glassy reflections
Of those eyes I so highly prize.
The droplet falls to your face,
But instead of flinching you remain silent.
For a moment it looks like you are crying too
And I smile.
The irony is too much to bear,
And the image of a young girl
Burdened with a solitary teardrop is shattered.
A cascade of tears make their way across the crumpled contours of my face.
Sadness and beauty cannot co-exist
Except in the realms of media and imagination.
At last it dawns that those eyes
Those eyes so blue, those eyes so fine
Those eyes that I so highly prize
Will never more gaze into mine.
And I close your lids and lashes,
For us, we disbelieving ones, I would burn this church,
But for now I lay these roses on your chest,
And leave you, for once and forever, through starless eyes.





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