Dead Woman Walking

Nikoshiana Flowerday's picture

Dead woman walking
Into the room,
Yet you know shes there,
Can smell her perfume.

Dead woman walking
No longer whole,
Eyes full of tears
That pour from her soul.

Dead woman walking
Just pass her by,
Do not approach her
Or ask her why.

Dead woman walking
No beat to her heart,
Void of emotion...
Torn apart.

Dead woman, bleeding
From the inside out,
Broken hearted...
Without a doubt!

Dead woman - Dead
And no longer real,
Nothing to give...
Can no longer feel.

*Nov 2009*

Nikoshiana Flowerday – Fri, 2009 – 11 – 27 18:31

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Geminni's picture

i love the poem, it has nice flow...though a sad poem it is nice.

Geminni – Sat, 2009 – 12 – 19 00:48

geminni

Nikoshiana Flowerday's picture

Thanks gem, its been a tough 6 months for my little heart :( x

Nikoshiana Flowerday – Sat, 2009 – 12 – 19 23:25

Re Dead Woman

Nikoshiana Flowerday's picture

Thankyou for reading and commenting. havent seen you about much lol, are you busy working on yr next book? :o)
Yes i chose to love, knowing that it came with no guarantees but i am not the same after it you are right... Its an empty feeling, its still with me all the time.
Yet i had the chance to love him, so its kind of mixed emotions now. Should one be gald to have loved, or sad it has been lost?
Hope you & the family are well
xx

Nikoshiana Flowerday – Mon, 2009 – 11 – 30 09:40

Dead Woman

Rosscoe's picture

Your work, great as always. But you are not dead. You are more alive than most get to experience. In all it givings and taking away, love leaves it's mark on us and we go on, always for the better. For in the end, we survive because we did love, because we let love in our hearts and because we chose to live over not living. You chose to live. You chose to love, knowing that it came with no guarantees but you are not the same and I would surely chose to be hurt and have love, than not ever have what others can only dream about. Love shapes us and molds us into who it wants us to be, if we let it, better than before and stronger. We are not always perfect and neither is this world we live in. But I still chose to live and I will take loves path than not, every time. Still your work is awesome, as always. rosscoe

Rosscoe – Sat, 2009 – 11 – 28 18:37