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Anzel
August 7th, 2009, 09:23 PM
VERSION I (unedited)

'Her eyes are sapphire rain
Her heaven is mine alone
I'd give her the world and everything else
If only she'd be mine...

Her hand, soft as silk,
Brushed over mine at the table
And I feinted my blush behind my bangs
And breathed a somber breath...

Does she know me? Am I there?
I question the mirror with the roses in my hand
Every one delicately tightened between whisps of silver,
Strings to tie together every last bit of love I share between her and I...
It is time to go...I know

I walk, not with a limp or a gimp...
Not with a skip in my step, just...
With this utter calmness that the breeze could never imitate...
The freedom of it, I assure you...was intense

My palms sweated invisibly as the steps towards school drew closer, closer...
And there she was, in view, sitting under the tree
Golden whisps of hair blurring her vision of that majestic book...
I feel the hearts, the vibration in the air...
And I take another step and...

Who is he...?
That...that boy...do I know him?
I...I...
She...
Is walking with him...

The ground is bare, broken as my heart
I cannot look up, not around, nowhere...my bangs hide myself behind them
For she is kissing another guy
And why do I feel that I must cry...?
I tighten my hand, and let the roses drop to the ground'

They slide out from the silvern, tightened string
Gone loose
Out onto the pavement
The fragile, broken roses of his heart...

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VERSION II (edited)

'Her eyes are simply sapphire rain
She's heaven; or mine alone...
I'd give her the world and everything in it
If she would be my own...

Her hand, as soft as silken water,
Sings against my skin
And faint, I blush, behind my hair,
Remem' to breathe again...

Does she know me? Am I there?
I question mirrors so...
A hand of roses held, with love,
The day, it hath arrivèd...

A single string of silvern harp
It wraps itself around
Like fingers of an angel, so
To brilliantly surround

My heart is full of flutter, and
My breath is faint of whim
And as I tread the human path
I fly so high, I skim...

I walk, not with a limp or gimp,
A skip in step, not of...
With utter calm no breeze may whisper
But sweat, it showed quite some...

My palms sweated invisibly
As toward the school I drew
And there she was, the tree-held girl
With golden locks I knew...

Her hair b'lurred her vision
With her soft, majestic sigh...
My heart be'twitters, faints, and then..
I walk to speak of why...

"..."

Who is he...that boy
That boy...
Is she...does she...
Know him...?

The ground is bare, my heart is broken
I can't see...I'm..lost...
My teardrops paint the sidewalk heavy
Every one, is tossed...

I squeeze my hand to tighten 'round
The roses near and dear
And drop them to the ground, so broken...
All the Gods could hear...'

They slide out from the silvern string
Gone loose onto the ground
The fragile roses splayed in red
A massacre, unfound...


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