The time ticked silently upon my wall
as the black cat paced quietly at my window sill,
Quiet, like the candle that I burn in remembrance of you;
In remembrance of us when our love was new,
But now the seams of our love are worn and torn like
the curtains that were never changed,
And the warmth of your eyes have grown cold;
Colder than the emptiness that fills your place in my soul,
The home that once played the music of life
is now dead and weeps silently in the night,
Within the songs that we shared I can hear your breath,
and feel your touch, soothing like watching the candle
That burns next to your portrait,
The portrait I painted
in reminiscence of the story we made
before you said goodbye,
I remember the white gown you often wore
the gown I now hold in bed at night,
to recollect the scent of love and memories,
memories that will forever live
as the time ticks silently upon my wall,
and the black cat paces quietly at my window sill,
Quiet, like the candle that I burn in remembrance of You;
In remembrance of us when our love was new.
(By: Kasey Beasley)
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
