09-03-2018, 10:18 PM
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And you’re all you wished to be
There is a tragedy in the love one may find coiling about the heart, so fragile it seems glass tended to with hands roughed with callouses, scraping along the surface and leaving it raw for all who cared to see, for all must find an end. Be it upon pages left yellowed as time wore upon it, given years touched with amusement tinged laughter, smiles so sweet and kind, and tears escaping as the lips form shuddering cries, or given to the sheen of the new, stolen before their time had truly begun. Inescapable is the presence about the shoulders, hands of bone gentle as they clasp, murmuring words of peace to those proving deserving of such as, beckoning the dead into the light.
Yet what of those left behind in the wake of such passage, when the heart has found itself decorated with cracks and the gold spun between the fingers can only do so much, make damage seem pretty and inviting for those uncaring observers.
So close your eyes
Hear the whole world
Gentle are they, petals curling in as they await the caress of the sun, slow to arise above the horizon. Small paws tremble, so minute the action but noticeable, barely grazing along the roses. She had been gone for sometime now, had found her end within the garden she had held so much love for and with the curl of a smile upon pale lips, but still did she seem present. About each flower seemed her voice, murmured words touched with love, laughter so like the silver tinkling of a bell, and yet too did it carry the pain, cracking with tears pooling about the chin, eyes swimming with them as her voice strained to give life to the feelings caught in her chest. She had been everything to some, to others little more than memory, a name put to a face.
Shaky breath escapes parted lips and the child flinched as the rose bobbed, pushed by the slight breeze, gently touching upon his paw. Pulling away from it there was tears in those golden eyes once more, welling about their curve though he seemed unwilling to allow them to fall, teeth finding his lower lip, pressing into it. Fast paced are the thoughts swirling about small skull, fragments broken apart until no sense could be made from any, breathing breaking with hiccups every now and then.
Call your name
And you answer
Upon small chest, resting where teeth had found purchase and so easily parted skin seeking the veins caught beneath, symbols of the two he had lost rested. Small yet intricate were they, silver given shape his mind drew forth when those quiet moments caught him and grief proved a dark cloud over his head, slight weight but chilled against scarred flesh. Opened was the rose, if half-so, awaiting the warmth of a sun never to grace it and by its side sat a feather, curled somewhat at the end, an odd pair but such never crossed his thoughts for it mattered not their look but the meaning behind.
“Goodbye...” rough tone rose, crackling edges dragging across the tongue as paw moved to rub at his eyes, face scrunched into a look half smile and half grimace. On dark features was the mingling of joy, for had they not faced their end with smiles, welcomed as though it were an old friend they had missed so greatly, and grief, it mattered not their feelings for the child missed them both and always would, family taken from him as many had been before. He wanted to fight, to drag them back to this mortal coil to he might have a proper chance to bid them farewell, but this was all he could muster.
Please don’t go
Please don’t go away
And you’re all you wished to be
There is a tragedy in the love one may find coiling about the heart, so fragile it seems glass tended to with hands roughed with callouses, scraping along the surface and leaving it raw for all who cared to see, for all must find an end. Be it upon pages left yellowed as time wore upon it, given years touched with amusement tinged laughter, smiles so sweet and kind, and tears escaping as the lips form shuddering cries, or given to the sheen of the new, stolen before their time had truly begun. Inescapable is the presence about the shoulders, hands of bone gentle as they clasp, murmuring words of peace to those proving deserving of such as, beckoning the dead into the light.
Yet what of those left behind in the wake of such passage, when the heart has found itself decorated with cracks and the gold spun between the fingers can only do so much, make damage seem pretty and inviting for those uncaring observers.
So close your eyes
Hear the whole world
Gentle are they, petals curling in as they await the caress of the sun, slow to arise above the horizon. Small paws tremble, so minute the action but noticeable, barely grazing along the roses. She had been gone for sometime now, had found her end within the garden she had held so much love for and with the curl of a smile upon pale lips, but still did she seem present. About each flower seemed her voice, murmured words touched with love, laughter so like the silver tinkling of a bell, and yet too did it carry the pain, cracking with tears pooling about the chin, eyes swimming with them as her voice strained to give life to the feelings caught in her chest. She had been everything to some, to others little more than memory, a name put to a face.
Shaky breath escapes parted lips and the child flinched as the rose bobbed, pushed by the slight breeze, gently touching upon his paw. Pulling away from it there was tears in those golden eyes once more, welling about their curve though he seemed unwilling to allow them to fall, teeth finding his lower lip, pressing into it. Fast paced are the thoughts swirling about small skull, fragments broken apart until no sense could be made from any, breathing breaking with hiccups every now and then.
Call your name
And you answer
Upon small chest, resting where teeth had found purchase and so easily parted skin seeking the veins caught beneath, symbols of the two he had lost rested. Small yet intricate were they, silver given shape his mind drew forth when those quiet moments caught him and grief proved a dark cloud over his head, slight weight but chilled against scarred flesh. Opened was the rose, if half-so, awaiting the warmth of a sun never to grace it and by its side sat a feather, curled somewhat at the end, an odd pair but such never crossed his thoughts for it mattered not their look but the meaning behind.
“Goodbye...” rough tone rose, crackling edges dragging across the tongue as paw moved to rub at his eyes, face scrunched into a look half smile and half grimace. On dark features was the mingling of joy, for had they not faced their end with smiles, welcomed as though it were an old friend they had missed so greatly, and grief, it mattered not their feelings for the child missed them both and always would, family taken from him as many had been before. He wanted to fight, to drag them back to this mortal coil to he might have a proper chance to bid them farewell, but this was all he could muster.
Please don’t go
Please don’t go away