I died that day, that rainy summer Sunday.
Slowly the clouds rolled in and couvered the sun.
The rain started falling, and washed all the heat that had warmed my soul away.
No more sun, no more smiles, no more happiness, just rain.
It was gentle when it happened, slowly did I sink down.
With no one to save me when I drown, in those tears that fell from the sky.
For my boat could no longer float upon the river of dreams. and like a good captain I was content to sink.
She was gone, no longer in reach, that star that i had wished upon.
All that was left was the darkness of night, and the rain.
My heart broke with the peals of thunder, my tears flooded the ground, washing everything away, until, there was nothing.
No more dreams, no more hopes, no more me, just an emptiness, a warm soft emptiness.
Floating in emptiness.
Slowly, ever so slowly, was I able to once again look up to the sky, to see the sun once again, to hear the birds sing in the dead of winter.
To look up to the cold night sky, and see the stars twinkle and shine.
Every now and then, I still catch a glimpse of that star, shining brightly in the heavens.
But I know, deep in my heart, that that star doesn't shine for me.


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How sweet! I like your verse...You know I would....
Mistress BawdXOXOXOXOX
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