Post by smithversusneo on Jun 18, 2004 16:20:43 GMT -5
"melissa pumpkin"
there is a little girl i know
though i've never seen her face
she lives amongst the angels
in her lonely little place
i met her a few years back
in confusion i found her retreat
she welcomed me with unseen love
and shaded me from the heat
i talked to her about my pain
and not once did she intrude
i asked for help and guidiness
as i awaited my interlude
and then one day it happened
i arrived in a terrible state
swearing and crying and hating myself
and i felt that it was too late
she watched me tear my flesh apart
with an exact-o blade in hand
and she witnessed the bloody screams
from her window in the sand
she observed my carrying on and on
about how much i wanted to die
i'm not quite sure if she felt upset
but i swear i heard her sigh
"what's wrong with me, why can't i die?"
i wailed and repeated the act
but melissa was silent, and showed little remorse
keeping her composure intact
i paced within my footsteps
and gazed into the sky
feelings of shame and hopelessness
and reasons not to die
"what have i done?" i said to myself
as i proceeded to lick my wound clean
i removed my socks and bandaged my wrist
and prayed my actions were left unseen
as i started to leave, i glanced right back
to see my unspoken melissa's grin
and my turbulent day was melted away
and a new day was about to begin
i expressed my gratitude and grined right back
as i returned to the highway of trials
and as she slowly disappeared into the background
in my heart i kept all of her smiles
i still visit melissa, now and then
although nature has tried to consume her
but nothing can hold back her will to care
which leaves me to only wonder
what little time she stayed on earth
when she died the world lost somethin'
but she's there for us all, as she was there for me
melissa, our little pumpkin
written by darC - september 23 and 25, 1997
dedicated to melissa sept. 24, 1979 - nov. 1, 1980
there is a little girl i know
though i've never seen her face
she lives amongst the angels
in her lonely little place
i met her a few years back
in confusion i found her retreat
she welcomed me with unseen love
and shaded me from the heat
i talked to her about my pain
and not once did she intrude
i asked for help and guidiness
as i awaited my interlude
and then one day it happened
i arrived in a terrible state
swearing and crying and hating myself
and i felt that it was too late
she watched me tear my flesh apart
with an exact-o blade in hand
and she witnessed the bloody screams
from her window in the sand
she observed my carrying on and on
about how much i wanted to die
i'm not quite sure if she felt upset
but i swear i heard her sigh
"what's wrong with me, why can't i die?"
i wailed and repeated the act
but melissa was silent, and showed little remorse
keeping her composure intact
i paced within my footsteps
and gazed into the sky
feelings of shame and hopelessness
and reasons not to die
"what have i done?" i said to myself
as i proceeded to lick my wound clean
i removed my socks and bandaged my wrist
and prayed my actions were left unseen
as i started to leave, i glanced right back
to see my unspoken melissa's grin
and my turbulent day was melted away
and a new day was about to begin
i expressed my gratitude and grined right back
as i returned to the highway of trials
and as she slowly disappeared into the background
in my heart i kept all of her smiles
i still visit melissa, now and then
although nature has tried to consume her
but nothing can hold back her will to care
which leaves me to only wonder
what little time she stayed on earth
when she died the world lost somethin'
but she's there for us all, as she was there for me
melissa, our little pumpkin
written by darC - september 23 and 25, 1997
dedicated to melissa sept. 24, 1979 - nov. 1, 1980
