poems

1.
In a perplexed state he wanders,
He is through with all these games,
For he has played far to long.
This tranquil feeling spreads as he closes his eyes.
She cannot help but fear destruction,
As a drop of rain falls,so does her gaze.
In rapture of the pain her heart skips a beat.
As the terrential down pour continues,
He breaks to a stop.
As she slowly grabs her things she wispers "I love you" on last time,
Having barely closed the door,he speeds away,
Leaving her there in the heavy down pour,
An unspoken reflection on wht was once had is lost in trepedation.
Death has come.
2.
And so in this moment at last,
She will try to forget her clandestine past,
She will walk from his arms,
Into a cloister of her own,
Taking on the charm that has left her alone,
Thriving to see her own defeat,
Once she falls she will slowly be beat,
In anger,
In sadness,
She will slowly fall.

3. Into a dream he falls,
The defeat she has presented him calls,
A cold awareness of where he lies,
Causes him to open his swollen eyes.
In her presence he has now become austere,
Pulling away from her words that tear.
With these spurious dreams he slowly dies,
Dreaming days and dreaming nights.
"For they who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night,"
Her stoic demeanor will drive him away,
Into ination he will sway.

4. Standing here,
Falling so gently never hurt so much,
Why is this pain wind breaking my heart?
So swiftly I'm carried to a moment of ethereal bliss,
Silently wasting away.
Flickering in and out I am unaware,
Panic spreads over,
And then follows dispare,
As I pallidy awaken,
You gesture to free this heart that has been taken.
I fall into you,
And I quicly stand on my own,
Strength was all I needed.