The Crow's Poetry

I'll Never Forget
Poetry In Prose
Written by The Crow



I'll never forget that look you gave me when we first met.
Your eyes were a picture of beauty, you smile was enchanting.
That innocent aura couldn't escape my gaze.

I'll never forget that first kiss, your soft lips against mine.
I pulled you ever closer to me, your heart was pounding through your chest.
I meant every syllable when I said those sacred words.

I'll never forget that wild night, our bodies laying together in bliss.
You slept contently in my arms, safe from the rest of the marred world.
Your bare skin touched my own, was it all a dream?

I'll never forget that day, we exchanged our vows with passion.
My heart soared high, only you could bring me down.
I was bound to you and you to me, together, we were one.

I'll never forget that phone call, they said they had your body.
I ached, I did, when they told me the entire story.
You had to hold on, just for a while longer.

I'll never forget that moment in which I saw you sleeping, forevermore.
So peaceful, so quiet, echoes of your voice rang in my head.
Your skin, so cold; your heart, so silent.

I'll never forget that autumn breeze that passed me at your grave.
Soothing whispers graced my ears, the wind froze to the bone.
Tell me, oh please, tell me that it wasn't real.

And I never forget these minutes, the time you spent with me.
You're with me, so close, living in my heart eternally.

Distance
Poetry in Prose
Written by The Crow


Truly, without a doubt, it's strange.
You seem so far away as of late.
Your eyes are somewhere else when you look at me,
Your hands, cold, when you touch me.

Ah, what is this illness, this demon lingering within?
Your skin is a ghostly white, your veins are visible.
Your breath quivers, your chest heaves when solitude strikes you.
I hear you moan and wail in the noon of night.

Be still!
My presence is near; do not let fear consume.
Have faith!
Own persistence, find comfort in the light.

The distance between you and I is far too great.
'Tis a valley, a bridge of unparalleled magnitude!
Help, I cannot; the journey is solely yours.
Breathe, be silent; do not let darkness conquer.

Him
A Haiku of Dedication
Written by The Crow


I grin while looking.
In every single way,
He looks just like her.




Inevitable
Poetry In Prose
Written by The Crow


Utter silence.
He sits alone in his chair, hunched in thought.
Few have tried to resurrect him from his ways.
The blade touches his flesh, 'tis cool against his warm wrist.

His breath is drawn.
Memories painted in tear and blood remain upon the canvas of his mind.
He bows his head as her laugh rings vividly in his ears.
Slowly, gracefully, he slips into everlasting darkness.

His eyes shut.
The knife pierces his flesh, obliterating all it touches.
Her voice calls to him, the gentle wind caresses his youthful skin.
He smiles as life drains from his being; the shell 'tis all the remains.