sorlink
Well-known member
This is an old poem I wrote. It's still my favourite piece.
Any feedback?
[SIZE=14pt]Never Moving[/SIZE]
And so she lies there, not moving. Never moving.
And so he stands there, blood-stained, broken in pieces.
In his hand, the knife that killed her.
In her hand, the necklace he gave her.
His whisper, "No one is perfect."
Sound pierces the air.
Police, they come.
Run run run, as fast as you can.
Behind the bars of a prison cell
He sits.
Not moving. Never moving.
And so he is dead, the same as she.
What he had wanted to say, kept unheard.
"She killed herself."
[it should be appropriate for posting on here, right?]
Any feedback?
[SIZE=14pt]Never Moving[/SIZE]
And so she lies there, not moving. Never moving.
And so he stands there, blood-stained, broken in pieces.
In his hand, the knife that killed her.
In her hand, the necklace he gave her.
His whisper, "No one is perfect."
Sound pierces the air.
Police, they come.
Run run run, as fast as you can.
Behind the bars of a prison cell
He sits.
Not moving. Never moving.
And so he is dead, the same as she.
What he had wanted to say, kept unheard.
"She killed herself."
[it should be appropriate for posting on here, right?]
