Elizabeth Sheaffer

Sitting at a desk in a brightly lit room,
Surrounded by people, but still so alone...
Fighting a feeling of impending doom;
A chill in the room that cuts to the bone.
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The sky opens up before your eye
And the rain comes pouring from the sky.
There's an old tree tap-tap-tapping on the door;
It's that tap-tap-tapping you abhor.
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Lying alone on this cold winter's eve
My thoughts of you seem never to cease.
O, how I long for the feel of your skin!
What I wouldn't give to hear your voice again!
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Torn at the seams;
Can't pick myself up.
Lost in my dreams...
But they're all full of lust.
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Seventeen degrees bring a chill into the air.
Seventeen years brought little but despair.
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Seventeen candles burn so bright.
Voices meld together in celebratory song.
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Lightning illuminates the gnarled branches
Of the old tree outside the windowpane
Rain trickles down the glass in clear rivulets
But the storm inside is much worse than out
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You're sitting on the couch, watching TV.
Wishing that you could be watching me.
Wanting me only to exist.
Needing nothing save one last kiss.
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Crimson Raindrops fall
from a Black Sky of regret.
Crimson Tears rain down the
Twisted, Contorted Face of
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Life's catastrophe
Mental apathy
Feeling empty,
Lost, and dazed.
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For the first time in nearly two weeks,
I saw your face today.
You smiled when you saw me,
And pulled me so close,
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The time of your arrival draws e'er nearer.
I look to the west in search of your face.
None others' words would I hold dearer,
Than thine own as my name escapes.
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I sit alone and quietly mope, a black cloud o'er my head...
I feel so cold, alone, and my heart fills up with dread...
Here in the darkness of night I feel so wonderfully free...
But tomorrow I must venture out into society...
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My body lies broken, bleeding on the floor,
The very image you once claimed to abhor.
But this is what you wanted, to witness all these tears.
Isn't this, for so long, that which you longed to hear?
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Trees outside in nighttime's pall
Casting shadows on the wall
Nasty, slimy crawling things
Slither through the dark's disease
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Swimming in darkness, drowning in doubt
Knowing my life has been turned inside out
I'm wandering along in a world that is cold
Reliving all of my memories of old
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He held her still beating heart in his cold hands
His dark eyes appraising her body by the moon's gleam
Placing the heart in a wrought-iron box
He turned and walked away from the scene
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I never imagined I'd feel this way
In a matter of just a few short days.
I went from being so depressed
To swimming in sweet happiness.
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I'm surrounded by all these people who claim so much to care
Yet it's the ones I 'don't know' who are always there.
I feel so alone in a place supposedly home.
I wonder sometimes, as my mind always roams,
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She sat beneath the glow of a lonely streetlamp,
Her eyes full of fear, hair matted and damp.
She glanced around and saw me, instantly bolting.
Her clothes flew around her. ('She's like a bird molting.')
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