Brianna Wahlquist


Grave Yard Tale


Hold on to what is gone
For what has gone is still is in your grip
The storm clears and you can't see
If only you could see that the storm is gone temporarily.

Dressed in black, standing by and old Oak
Standing in the rain, watching as the graves soak
What you see is not real
Nor is it a dream
Eyes lighten with a fatal gleam.

A touch in the night
You feel around the darkness to find the heart
Saying prayers as dusk becomes dawn
All of the drunken love is gone.

Wake as if a slumber could keep the facts buried
Remember the doubts that you carried
Morning is official and parting is not
Part of a soul has tied to a not.

One loved and one lost
Two promised but only one held truthfulness
One unbroken no matter the cost
Two women, one is loved and one won't be missed.

Only when you realize what you tossed aside
She will find your heart and to you will confide
A secret of hers you were meant not to know
For you both lied and only she did show.

Now you know who she is and what you're not to her
The one you forgot is now the one you prefer
You miss the drunken lust
If only you waited for her wake to discuss.

You lied to two to get a love you never knew
One lied also, for you she had no care
The other loved you but didn't want to share
You let her go- the one that was steadfast
Now you want her back- now you see she is a goddess.

She loved so much to give you another whirl
That was until she found you with yet another girl
There were three
One was scuzz, one was slutty
The goddess one owned a gun
The two pissed off the one
Now there is none...

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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A man had cheated on the wrong girl who was also the right girl in every way, so she snapped and killed them all off.

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  • Monk E. Biz (3/10/2014 12:54:00 AM)

    OMG! I am dancing on my couch cheering this one!
    Amazing how clear you see, feel, and express! ! !

    One of the rare ones here! ! ! ! ! !


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  • V P Mahur (2/27/2014 2:38:00 PM)

    It seems that thought are bombarding from all around.
    Great poem. Thanks
    I Invite you to read my poems and leave comments (Report) Reply

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