A Call for Search
The unbearable pain chokes me,
when I see your expressionless face.
Your abeyant peaceful slumber,
shows motionless solo and frigid.
So vulnerable and fragile,
that your pale cheek betrays your sinewy character.
Stop torturing my soul,
by ripping it apart.
As the joyful you of the past,
has already ingrown inside me.
For this I must find you,
or soon I will be lost too.
Scene: Squall and Rinoa inside the infirmary when Rinoa is possessed.
By: Apocalypse Spirit
Hi people! Thanx for reading! As you can see I don't use conventional
structures cause I wanna create my own style. I hope you enjoyed it and if
you like it you might wanna read some of my other poems. They are just as
good if not better. Oh yeah. Please make a review cause it makes me happy
just knowing people are reading my stuff.
The unbearable pain chokes me,
when I see your expressionless face.
Your abeyant peaceful slumber,
shows motionless solo and frigid.
So vulnerable and fragile,
that your pale cheek betrays your sinewy character.
Stop torturing my soul,
by ripping it apart.
As the joyful you of the past,
has already ingrown inside me.
For this I must find you,
or soon I will be lost too.
Scene: Squall and Rinoa inside the infirmary when Rinoa is possessed.
By: Apocalypse Spirit
Hi people! Thanx for reading! As you can see I don't use conventional
structures cause I wanna create my own style. I hope you enjoyed it and if
you like it you might wanna read some of my other poems. They are just as
good if not better. Oh yeah. Please make a review cause it makes me happy
just knowing people are reading my stuff.
