Treasure Island

Rachel Henley

(1st October 1994 / Wales)

Rust


Your name is lost on my lips.
Thoughts of you, written from my finger tips.
Your existence seems to be nothing to me.
To those who know me well.
But without your existence.
I am living in a mortal hell.
The look in your eyes, is all I see.
Whenever I close mine.
Your arms reach out in my head.
Pulling me close to you, each and everytime.
I know we ain't spoke in so long,
but I haven't been the same, since you were gone.
Your existance is far from forgotten,
our memories have not gathered dust,
Despite you leaving me.
And leaving my heart to rust.

Submitted: Friday, October 07, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 08, 2011

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  • Stefanie Fontker (10/7/2011 7:24:00 PM)

    Your skill seems to improve everyday. You have a real talent, you're going to be big someday. Lovely writing, as always. (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran (10/7/2011 3:53:00 PM)

    I like this poem... It's so wonderfully written... The transition of words is simple and excellent...good poem (Report) Reply

  • Matthew Rousseau (10/7/2011 3:47:00 PM)

    I liked this poem so much. I think that sometime the defining quality in poems is the ending, and this was great. (Report) Reply

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