The 21st century could never stop pain.

It's by your bed the picture of us.
It's by your bed where you lay your head.
The picture of us.

Next to the time as same as mine.
I keep it in my pocket, a compass.
It tells me if I am where I belong.
With you I could never lose my way.

To the theater of dreams I go, to meet you again.
To stare through the miles of distance, to see you again.

Because the blood runs thin without you.
I feel faint in all aspects, not as blessed.
Beautiful baby, lay down it's time to leave.

I'm here to save you from the atmosphere.
Take you where you can breath and bloom.
Aren't you tired beautiful flower, being in gloom.

To the theater of dreams we'll go, to meet again.
To stare through the miles of distance, hoping they will leave.

It's the clicking, the ticking, the wishing.
Always there, waiting for you to say...
It's okay...

It's by my bed the picture of us.
It's by my bed where you laid your head.
The picture of us.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Beautifully written, I especially love the line "To the theater of dreams we'll go" Nicely done.

[Michael]

You give the work great balance, it tells a story and pulls the reader along. I like the two turns you include, they give just enough dramatic pause for the reader to let things soak in

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

Wow this is a very beautiful poem!
I love the story it tells...I can really relate to it!!
Nice wright!!!