This is Goodbye

• Artist: Seth Thirteen
• Description: Theres an avatar entry to this as well. Two actually
  The story of a dead love begins with a single rose from the sky...
  The gent http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/gaia/original-avatar/vote/?entry_id=102346445
  The maiden --
  
• Date: 10/11/2010
• Tags: goodbye prolouge disappear love dead

Even if the cold touches my skin I will deny. Even if my heart thuds I will decline. Even if my last breath, smog and a deep inhale, is with yours I forbid the lust you penitrate into my skin. Even if my pale white skin, goosebumps and all, is torn from the seams, even if pull my hair out in anger. Life can never be as funny understandable as you made it, so many days ago.
Deleted in my memory, the morning we met. A sunny after noon when you sat on the bench, smiling at me with such generosity I almost cried. And yet the passing seasons would not let me adopt new feelings, nor forgiveness for what the future may stab in me.
I took your hand, my dear, only to loose it, and i held it close to my chest. Why deny that love is cruel, that god gives it as a show? He kills my dear on our wedding day, my dear my dear... I sit in my chair and stare into the wall until I go mad, thinking what was and could be. I play my violin but nothing lifts the burden. I scream. I cry. You disappear and have for days and years endlessly. Some forbidden pain chokes my chest. I disallow tears. I am strong.
A rose falls as I walk down the sidewalk. It lands in my palm and I clutch it, but how does it fall from the sky? The autumn wind stirs as I question it, and piles of roses dispense above me. Even if a gift I clutch the one I hold as the thorns sting. Blood drives through open wounds like tears. It is not prolouge now, but epilouge, it shows me how and what.
I let myself choke on the wind as I cry holding the rose to my chest as my dear throws golden leaves from heaven.
"Wait for me." I whisper as if the empty seed that is my voice carries to heaven as I continue my walk in drowning tears. "For I will be there soon."
Even if the cold touches my skin I will deny. Even if my heart thuds I will decline. Even if my last breath, smog and a deep inhale, is with yours I forbid the lust you penitrate into my skin. And even if tears are my last resort I refuse them, letting my mind collapse under pressure as I die.

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[imuffinsaurus]

it's very lovely, however there's one part where you say "skin" 2 times very close together, I think If you change one to something like flesh if will would less repetitive. Still, it all depends on what you think- it's your art, not mine. 5/5