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[wicked]

Pardon this poem and all that is horrible about it but it's a first draft and this will probably be the only time it sees the light of day. It is about my aunt who just passed away Monday morning. I dedicate this to her though I am ashamed as it is not up to par. But this is for her and my first at trying to express some of my grief.

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by Wicked Child


The room is bright
I walk in
You lay there sleeping
Where do I begin?

I look around the room
And I see things that once belonged to me
From the nails in the wall
To the stain from the candle I burnt at twenty-three

You?ve known me my whole life
I have known you but half of yours
Why couldn?t it be longer?
Why is it that when it rains, it truly pours?

You lay on your side
Your breathing so shallow
I sit on my old bed and wonder
When is your heart going to finally slow?

It is time for me to say good bye
I cannot look into your eyes, hazy and unseeing
I can?t help but think that these are lies
Am I even a fucking human being?

You?ve known me my whole life
I have known you but half of yours
Why couldn?t it be longer?
Why is that when it rains, it truly pours?

I finally get the courage to speak
?Good night my loving aunt and I love you
It is just good night not good bye.?

I kiss my fingertips
And place them against your bony forehead
I turn to leave as the tears threaten to fall
And I choose to never again see you in that bed

You?ve known me my whole life
I have known you but half of yours
Why couldn?t it be longer?
Why is that when it rains, it truly pours?

The phone call came this morning
Dad was unusually somber
You finally let go and left your pain
But why is that whenever I think of you
My heart aches and water caresses my cheek?

You?ve known me my whole life
I have known you but half of yours
Why couldn?t it be longer?
Why?


Dedicated to: Cherilynn Limon January 29, 1947 - September 29, 2003

I love you and I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

[Melville's Best Friend]

I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful this is...(AND IT RHYMED!!!!!!!!!!:D)

Following your heart leads to a lot of...self-awareness. Writing and singing are ways in which *I* can deal. Now, from what I've heard of your singing in the shower...O_O Good thing you write well...

This was wonderfully well-written, sis. I can't say a lot b/c I don't know where you lie emotionaly right now, but I wanted to let you know it's awesome. Wonderful.

*hugs*

[wicked]

Thank you sis. I know I'm late in replying to your reply. I'm sure I can spiff it up somehow now that her death was a few months ago. Though I did begin to get teary when re-reading it.

And no it wasn't from my horrible rhyming skills. And yes do thank God I can write instead of singing. The hell that Trowa has to go through being with me. ~_^

Thanks a bunch for replying though. You're the only one.

Love ya bunches and bunches and even more bunches!

~Wicked

[Perfect Soldier]

Your poems sort of remind me of mine, suttle rhyming that doesn't suck and makes a good deal of sense. It really was an emotional poem and you can feel it when you read it, really. This was really great.

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