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Still

Her eyes see his mystery
He's as raw as a bone
Bone white, ice cold
She feels his chill
When she wants his love
But she exists in hell for him
Because she knows
He's trapped at the Rockerfeller Center
A little boy frozen in time
Cutting the ice with the blade in his skates
Wishing to release himself from the pain
But, the blood never coagulates
It just keeps bleeding from his soul


She sees inside
She knows his torment
Because it is her's because it's his
Because it's theirs
No matter the eerie descent into darkness
She treads no where




Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/4/2010 3:19:00 PM
I think I felt a cold chill run up my spine. At the end of this poem I found I was holding my breath like I knew it was going to be happy, but maybe I could will it to be. Great poem. Love Destiny
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Date: 5/3/2010 9:08:00 PM
still this is a good write, nice one
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