th.rough.

By denver nitze

..:your blood on my hands
i hand you your heart
it isn't the end
yet it is...my time to:..

..:part into death
there isn't much time
to put down the rhythm
that was once:..

..:mine are the answers
i must earn my wings
the reaper is calling
and to me he:..

..:sings a solemn sonnet
the last song to you
i wasn't trying to hurt you
but alas love
our time is:..

..:th.rough...

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Published on Thursday, April 10, 2008. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Comments on "th.rough."

On Thursday, December 21, 2017, Cassette (1087) wrote:

I like the double meanings in the words... emotional and moving
On Monday, April 14, 2008, Sketso (416) wrote:

Nice, love the tie-together rhythm. No Suzie for me! ;)
On Friday, April 11, 2008, Insatiable (43) wrote:

That makes me think of the things I couldn't say. Very moving.
A former member wrote: Like a declaration of final last words, very nice.
A former member wrote: I got "Miss Suzie had a Steamboat" in my head, now, dammit....
On Thursday, April 10, 2008, denver nitze (251) wrote:

sorry. :) wasn't tryin to do that.
On Thursday, April 10, 2008, NikesRain (1240) wrote:

damn it now i'll have that damn thing running through my head all day at work tomorrow... thanks sharon :P j/k as for the write the sadness and melancholy feels like repeated pinpricks to the heart.. the end though for some reason just seemed to be a hit of strength... might just be my mind twisting the way it does... well done
On Thursday, April 10, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (357) wrote:

Nice TA, Loved the flow in this piece. And a theme which all can relate to, all too well. A reaper of hearts/love, and the pain in his wake. Great piece.