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 Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 11:38 am
The tears flow from my eyes, calm warm streams
The day that you walked out of my life, no not your physical body but your heart.
You ripped your love from me, you let your body stay but your heart was with another.
I danced with but a puppet, and behind my back pinocchio came to life.
The early morning rays found you at my side, but only your shell for your dreams were with the other.
Your eyes gloss when I speak to you, I can see their reflection within each clouded eye.
The tears still streaming down my cheeks, the sadness not a complete shock, more of a dull reprimand.
Every night I hold you close crying, your puppeteer's strings snapping, and your body moving furtheraway.
I feel your eyes on me until I turn to see pinnochio in the embrace of the fox's arms.
I simply turn and cry, leaving pinnochio to be happy in another's sweet embrace.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 8:05 pm
I loved it but you need to correct the line where you say "in the arms of the fox's arms".
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 12:06 pm
Thank you, and I fixed the line, thank you for the mention. I didn't even notice the mistake.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:41 pm
It's all good, I make mistakes like that too.
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