Shur'tugal

Death
Thin cold razor take my life
Pool at my wrists, stain the tiles
My eyes will slowly close
But still all the while
my only thoughts will be of you
the one whom I wish to know
The one whom I wished to embrace
Before I meant to go
For one does not undstand
How lonely I truly am
When I have no one to call
some one here my friend

Love
Alone we sit on this bench
watching the world go by
Our eyes meet and the world just stops
And there is no need to ask why
But I feel that we were destined
to become one in this moment
as the snow falls gently
Our love seems heaven sent
Under the glow of the streetlamp
Our beings entwined hand to hand
We share a single warm kiss
In this cold winter wonderland


Two poems I just wrote...I rather like the 2nd one...a different outlook from my....usual subjects. It's always seemed like the perfect setting. Sitting on a park bench, or perhaps not as the snow falls....quiet, beautiful and sacred.