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Elizabeth Howell Poem
I'm galloping,
Galloping through this storm,
Rain pounding my cloak,
A feeling of blindness coming over,
Then again,
I wasn't supposed to leave,
My warm home,
Until the suns wave of light,
Comes through my curtains so bright,
Anger I see,
Will fill my fathers every word,
But it is too late,
I'm an adventurer,
Not a daughter,
I was never a good daughter,
To thee,
He gave me all,
Yet all I see is entrapment,
His every whim being fulfilled,
For his lonesome greed,
I will not be like her,
Like the mother I loathe,
No curiosity would hurt a girl like me,
It would turn me to depression,
Which would put me to death,
So you see,
I wish to be free,
Free of everyone,
But myself,
And my greed.
Copyright © Elizabeth Howell | Year Posted 2007
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Elizabeth Howell Poem
Your eyes tell me a story,
Of a person w/ a secret,
Written over your face,
I wish to ask,
Yet, I shan't pry,
For if I lost you,
My heart would break in two,
You are confused,
I can see,
You do not know,
How I can love,
One such as thee,
We are here,
I clutch your small hands,
Tears flood my eyes,
My vision blurs,
You give me a smile,
You say,
"I promise to return,
My head needs to roll from they gutter,
From which it fell when I saw you,
I will never forget this love I fell towards you."
Over two years later now,
On the news,
A brunette,
Could it be you?
Yes!
Happiness fills me,
Until I realize,
Yet you said you would return and never forget,
Time was too strong,
Two years too strong,
You forgot me,
My love,
I will always love you,
Let this poison in my drink,
Calm my mind and speak to me,
It burns my throat,
As I swallow,
"Farewell my love"
I whisper,
My voice barely audible,
A clone it seems,
From the t.v.
Collapses beside my body,
I feel surprised,
You did not forget,
You were a minute too late,
I was a drink too naiive,
Taking a knife,
You press its tip to your wrist,
You slice it down,
And fall atop of me,
I know for a fact,
Our paths will cross once again,
My eyes growing tired,
They fall shut,
To never open again,
For we both stood beside each other,
At deaths door,
Forever and forever,
I will love you,
Forever and ever,
I will always remember you.
Copyright © Elizabeth Howell | Year Posted 2006
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