thank_you_eap

Sun, 12 Dec 2004 05:55:28 GMT

goodbye
so simple yet not.
this goodbye is getting longer
it's cutting deeper
it's healing slower

she is packing again
i wish she was packing to be closer
but she is only packing
for a more permanent far away

goodbye was never meant to last this long
goodbye till just the 14th of the month, she said
goodbye till a few more weeks, i'm not done here yet
goodbye till next year, i'm not ready for hello yet
goodbye forever, i'm packing
for a more permanent far

you get 42 days out of 365
42 hellos
42 goodbyes
use them sparingly
for you have 323 other days
to sit
to cry
to die.

you may only live once a week
but that day
your living a life
worth living

till then
give me one last cold
goodbye

my 42 days were cut sort
it happened so fast
but looking down at my own broken body
i knew what i had done
i had said goodbye
with a blade as my voice
it was the last goodbye i would ever have to say

relieved

night after night
at the place of my grave
she sat
she cried
she died

i'm sorry she said
just come back
i'm ready she said
for one last.....

....hello

"Girl in White" by Evan Stone

Sat, 30 Oct 2004 17:32:46 GMT

the cause of death always hidden
it's said it was my broken heart - for i only loved once
the love was only one way though-the love was only half
for she simply smiled at my desperate attempt to win her heart to mine.
at my visitation there was only four
all wore black but on white dress. the dress of my only love

no one cried no one wept
no one heard a sober
the paster said a few short words and all was done
as soon as the casket was opened it was closed again for good

i never made it heaven i wasn't sent to hell
in stead i woke by the window
of a girl wearing white.

anger filled my broken spirit i leaped through the air
lifted the blade above my head about to revenge my death
as i prepared to take the life
of the girl wearing white

time stood still

i heard the sob i saw the tear
the tear of sorrow of the life just left
the tear of the love the could have been
the love that would have
saved my life

the girl in white changed her dress
walked to my grave dressed in black
knelt down and kissed my death bed
and apologized for a broken heart

my spirit now can rest

-end-

love to love again

Fri, 29 Oct 2004 02:10:57 GMT

knock and he will answer they say
wait and she will come
but the dark handle of the waiting door has yet to feel the fingers
the fingers of the one love, the love to come and the love to be
the love to love again

no one knows when she left-it happened oh so quick.
in the shadows of the flickering flame
she dashed and she was gone.
oh how i miss her wicked love
the love to come the her love to be
the love to love again.

the presence of the love stabbed me
the absence turned the blade
the open wound will never heal
less the dark handle of the waiting door
feels the figures of one love
the love to come the love to be
the love to love again.

as i sit and watch the door-i slowly start to bleed.
the life drains out and chased by pain
of the love to love again

i died in this chair i passed in this room.
being the one and only
to pass the door with the darkened handle

all was me who griped the handel all was me who opened the door
no one else came-no one else was to be.

no one else brought the wicked love

the love to love again

~end~