Sunday, October 18, 2009

Simile and Metaphor

It's like hanging on dead clouds
Nothing's gonna happen

It's skydiving with no wind
You fall straight to the landing

It's writing without ink
Like words left unsaid

It's digging for your grave
when you know you're dead

It's talking with no lips
It's looking without eyes
Driving through miles
When you know it's a lie

It's like loving you true
It's deafening and mute
I'ts like a door, you cannot enter
Until you finally surrender

Its thinking about you
When you're right here with me
It's like dreaming of you and me
This feeling, I have to set free

I may not carve to a stone or tree
That this will be the last
Of a thousand poems
For you, I'll cast

As I stare through the blackness of the night
I know you're alright
Hoping through a speck of a second
You'll realize you're my reason

Someday, I may forget what I feel
We may live our own lives, with or without fear
Hope you'll remember a friend you knew
Thing is, she's in love with you.

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