graveyard

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graveyard

                     I'm standing in a graveyard looking around
                   and to my surprise their is no one to be found.
                        i walk to and sit behind my tumbstone 
                 i bury my face in my hands and say "I'm so alone".
                     i lift my head cause i heard someone crying
     i walk over and asked whats wrong and you said my heart is dyeing.
                      so i walk away and come back with a box 
               you looked at it and asked "why are their two locks".
                              i took two keys out of my pocket
                                  and told you to unlock it.
when you opened the box your face went pail and your cheeks turnd red
                   you fainted and feel i thought you were dead.
                   when you finally woke up you asked me why 
                           you told me yours was going to die.
                       you reached in and pulled out my heart
                        i said it belonged to you from the start.
                   i looked into your eyes and gave you a smile
                      i wondered why you didn't move for a wile.
            you jumped up and gave me a kiss and said i love you
                       i kissed you back and said i love you too.
                           you walked closer and held me tight
                    i looked up and said don't you love the night.
                             when i looked down at your face
                                 i could see my heart race.
                       i asked if you wanted to go for a walk 
                    and you said no well just sit here and talk.
                             so we sit behind my tombstone
         and i whispered into your ear and said "i don't feel so alone".
                
               

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Teardrops commented on graveyard

07-03-2010

love the content and the flow you are turly talented thanks for the read Marie

chucky1982 commented on graveyard

09-07-2009

wow my kind of work vamp. i love it . keep writing. bravo

Helios commented on graveyard

08-04-2009

I believe that even E.A. Poe would have been scared by the hauntingly beautiful work you have created. I am honored to know a fellow poet as young as myself [no I do not write dark poetry].

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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