I wrote a new poem. Here it is!
Turn me Stone
My heart aches. My eyes have turned into rivers. The image of you keeps going through my mind. You cold eyes, Your someber tone, Your love for me is nevermore. I sit here in my sorrow, lying on my pine box of a bed, longing for the toll of deathe bells. I remember your smiling face, your kind words. your loving embrace. You made me feel as if I had wings. Now I feel as heavy as lead. All I have is one wish. Turn me into stone. If there be mercy in this world, make me as unfeeling as concrete. Give me granite eyes and limestone skin. Open me up and replace my tender heart with a lump of soapstone. If Pygmallion's statue can be turned to flesh, can't I become as solid as she once was? Woe and condemnation to those heartfelt shades! I am flash no more! My heart aches no more; it is now cold and unfeeling. My eyes have run out of tears; they are now dry and unmoving. Those memories of you, that I would of held onto so long, now become sheets of shale. I hate you, Evermore.
Ryu Redwings · Fri Sep 16, 2005 @ 08:41pm · 1 Comments |