And So I Live Again

By alesana

Across the way is a house - a
small house, by the looks,
but a place of love and loss.
Born and buried in the backyard
soil - under a rosebush - gone
and faded again like withered
flowers of the night.
This is a place where we can run
hand in hand forever,
deeper into the dark, eternal black.
Such a sad home, such lonely rooms,
barren and layered in dust.
Oh, to be alone in a place like this,
where the sun rays never touch.
And though we die tonight,
together will we call -
for now and for always,
bitterly we fall.

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Copyright 2012 Meg Owens
Published on Thursday, February 16, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: I can relate so much to this piece. I love it. :)

  • dwells On Thursday, February 16, 2012, dwells (4288)By person wrote:

    The empty house across the way with something buried underneath the rose bush. Sounds like a house of many memories, nicely done, thanks.

  • A former member wrote: nice i like it alot :) ur really interesting

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