At your Feet

A pale and lingering moon,
Passing through the darkness,
Bringing the sun behind,
Leaving the day at it's best,

The piercing screams,
As you sing to me,
Prevailing what's real,
What's reality,

Your pathetic cries,
Of a plea that's worthless
It means nothing to me,
But a time to rest,

Put me in my grave,
Dig deeper into my soul,
Diminish the happiness that's left,
The smile that made me whole,

Gone and left in the past,
An innocence stolen to young,
Taken away to early,
By your harshly spoken tongue,

Sharp stabbing light,
The quickest of memories,
The chains that hold me back,
Keeping my love from being free,

Constraining my inner most self,
From loosing a love so deep,
A death this would cause,
Now a dying rose at your feet.

[I wrote this in English, I just had a alot of thoughts at the time]

Wrote on May 29th, 2006
© Samantha Jayne Reed