(Poem) Forgoten

Mar 08, 2008 - 20:15 PM PST

To good to be true,
In this time and year,
Her song haunts my dreams,
Not a haunting I fear.

Cemetricle features,
Freckles, blue eyes,
Talent gone homeless,
I hear her cry's.

Go ahead, ask me,
Why I've gone from home,
A fight in which had me,
I'm left now alone.

So go now pass by,
No, please keep your coin,
One more role of the dice,
And you would have joined.

They walk on past me,
Some seeing, some not,
Whispers from passers,
Who's the girl time forgot.

May I ask you a question,
Before your to doze,
How did you pass on,
Reply of I froze.

By: Leah Simon 2008©