Night after night I try looking up at the sky
The pulse of the wind makes the window creak,
Little rain droplets slide down the glass...
I can't help but wonder- are you watching the same stars as I?
The candle's vanilla scent fills the room,
a shadow flickers across the walls.
The metronome ticks with my heart beat
As I stare at the piano keys, watching my fingers move
Outside the window, a whole wide world
Windy night times and lonesome hearts
Someone is kissing me but it feels empty...
It isn't you.
Coloured chalk on the pavement
Children catching raindrops on their tounges
A stained-glass evening
Rain patters down..
down..
down
Washing you away.
Author notes
It's not good, I know.
Written May 13th, 2006
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thanks nat
yeaha we should, I'll see you around school.
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thankyou
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thanks
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Hayley! how can you say this isnt good??? I know this poem is about you and how you feel but it feels as though you've put all my thoughts into words. We should have a chat about this if you want to. Anyway you are a fantastic writer this is wonderful!! catchya later!
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Stunning
I love it, I know it doesn't mean much but it really is a good poem, the imagery is great and I love the way you used the piano, it always gives an image of beautiful hands, but besides that it makes your thought at that time prominent. -
Wow.
This is realllly good.
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thankyou
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good
good poem, i love poems about the night sky or death.
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