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The Unwashed Pillow
I ask you for forgiveness
for something I never knew
covered names in the dust
which were written as we grew
if your looking for Jesus
I could easy follow you
alone just the two of us
in a time so brand new
another chance of clawed back life
into the air they flew
a goodbye to a future wife
at a train station in blue
inside a twisting lethal knife
as the tears ran an awful rife
ill fated
and serrated
I never woud've anticipated
thats the last time
I'd ever see you .
At my home
all the tones
they droned and waited
my spirit on a loan
with an open mouth
of breath baited
desperately
for natalie
but it was a surety
please here this
plea from me
we can still definately
always take
to a make it .
In this house
I reside
where is my spouse
I've nothing to hide
I'm in a dull
I didn't lie
you made the home full
with the laughter we cried
our connection
powerful collection
everyone has imperfections
good intentions
no contentions .
Happy times set ahead
bottled wines
of white and red
your unwashed pillow
on my bed
all the lovely things
that you said
I love you so much
I have bled
your image always
in my head
you turn burnt toast
into bread
I want so much
for us to wed
my tyre's slip
without your tread
when I'm alone
my light
goes to lead
you are my own
without you
I'm dead .[/font]
for something I never knew
covered names in the dust
which were written as we grew
if your looking for Jesus
I could easy follow you
alone just the two of us
in a time so brand new
another chance of clawed back life
into the air they flew
a goodbye to a future wife
at a train station in blue
inside a twisting lethal knife
as the tears ran an awful rife
ill fated
and serrated
I never woud've anticipated
thats the last time
I'd ever see you .
At my home
all the tones
they droned and waited
my spirit on a loan
with an open mouth
of breath baited
desperately
for natalie
but it was a surety
please here this
plea from me
we can still definately
always take
to a make it .
In this house
I reside
where is my spouse
I've nothing to hide
I'm in a dull
I didn't lie
you made the home full
with the laughter we cried
our connection
powerful collection
everyone has imperfections
good intentions
no contentions .
Happy times set ahead
bottled wines
of white and red
your unwashed pillow
on my bed
all the lovely things
that you said
I love you so much
I have bled
your image always
in my head
you turn burnt toast
into bread
I want so much
for us to wed
my tyre's slip
without your tread
when I'm alone
my light
goes to lead
you are my own
without you
I'm dead .[/font]
Published 10th Jun 2010
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Anonymous
16th Jun 2010 3:11am
Another beauteous string of romantic images, perfectly ordered, with the line breaks falling like axe strikes, again and again, always at the place chosen to provoke the right reaction. I don't believe I've come across the "burnt toast" metaphor before; I liked it a lot; so simple, and yet so endearing and inspirational. A couple of the lines are oddly constructed ("as the tears ran an awful rife"? I would personally have written that as: "as the tears, awfully, ran rife") but other than that this is an outstanding poem, rich with emotion, not sentiment. Also, the first four lines are among your very best; rhyme can often seem too cute, at least to me, but that worked wonderfully.
