Under a sunlit sky
they bring in the broken pieces of men
amid the canvas hospital
blood drips like rain
they bring in the broken pieces of men
and lay them on the table
blood drips like rain
and he tries to put them back together
and lay them on the table
she never expected this
and he tries to put them back together
when their eyes meet, the world turns on its head
she never expected this
secret glances, smiles across a room
when their eyes meet, the world turns on its head
and they are both irrevocably lost
secret glances, smiles across a room
they meet in the emerald dapples of the woods
and they are both irrevocably lost
the woman running from her past and the man fixing shattered souls
they meet in the emerald dapples of the woods
longing like fire, burning, scorching
the woman running from her past and the man fixing shattered souls
love like a lone flower in the midst of a war
longing like fire, burning, scorching
under a sunlit sky
love like a lone flower in the midst of a war
amid the canvas hospital.
A/N This is a new thing, sparked by my creative writing course, and one of my first attempts at poetry. It's called a pantoum, and I'm very taken by them at the moment - it's basically where the first and third lines of one stanza become the second and fourth of the next stanza. Review! I'd love to hear from you.
