Graveyard Love Affair

by PygmyPuff   Apr 13, 2007


The guilt of the past
Haunts like a traveling grave.
An engraved epitaph of remembrance,
Looming above the dirt,
At the foot of my bed.
The scent of, what's that, lingers still.
Blond hair found upon my pillow,
suffocating my thoughts.
Light shines through the closed window,
Reflected off the mirror which is my conscience.
A voice like nails, running across my flesh.
Refusal to forget. Refusal to forgive.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Karl Wild GG23

    I'm pretty sure most people have things about there past that bother them, I know I do. It's hard to get these thoughts to vanish from our minds, we just have to stay strong and live with what we have. Excellent job 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by BeautifulxMess

    Very well done!
    I really like the creativity in your poem.
    You had a really nice flow.
    Didn't seem to have anything wrong.
    God bless 5/5
    <3tayy

  • 17 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    I really was impressed with the bridging in the poem. You are very coherent and you piece it together. A very good epitaph for love.

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