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Brightly painted canvas
Yet empty and waiting;
Maroon drips to the floor
Covering the space you walked before.
Everyone cries and declares accident
But this loss of life serves no precedent.
It was suicide, you and I both know;
This was your final act, turned a canceled show.
Wading deep;
Deep into the stream of lies;
The ocean of deceit;
The river of broken promises.
How far can the water rise
Before I'm stripped of options?
Just covering my ankles;
He loved my family.
Up to my knees;
He would never cheat.
Barely covering my shoulders;
He couldn't live without me.
Covering all air passage ways;
He loved me.
How long can I wait
Before my lungs collapse?
I'll close my eyes
And as the liquid seeps in,
I find that I'm all to willing
To give in to the waves crashing;
To join the souls lost at sea.
I'll pray this is just a dream,
But as I open my eyes,
I feel the pain,
And worst of all;
I know how to swim.
Each person composed the same,
Down to the cells.
But how then are we different?
We're different because of choices;
Choices of how to live,
Choices of who to be,
Choices of who to befriend,
Choices of life or death.
Held close in your arms,
Warmed by the thought of being loved;
It doesn't matter if it's real or not,
Because it's the thought that counts, right?
You swore you loved me,
You pledged your commitment.
But every vow has been broken,
Every line crossed over,
Every argument cut short.
Talk to me about your promises
And I'll show you where to stick them.
I'm done hoping you can change,
Some things just have to stay the same.
Live you life and I'll live mine,
Happy and free of the anchor you've become.
Eyes shining in wonder,
He looks upon the world with his first breath;
But how treacherous is fate
That he should die
As a newborn,
Born to never know life,
Born to never know love,
Born to never know anything.
Born to a mother never to know her child,
A mother soon to suffer
Suffer from the emotional trauma of loss,
Of the loss of a person close enough to touch,
But too far to save,
Too far to love,
Too far for comfort.
Foreign is this love.
love that has no mean.
love that is none,
what is foreign when love is common
what is love when foreign isnt common
why shalt anyone love
what makes one foreign
why doth thou shout?