[center][h3]"These Lovely Bones"[/h3]
[sup]Written March 3rd, 2012 - [url=http://www.oneword.com/]OneWord[/url] Writing Prompt of the Day[/sup]
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This was a poem written about reconnecting with my first love, Mathew O'Connor. It didn't last much longer than a couple weeks before we separated, again.
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Our relationship used to be so colored and so bright,
we could always agree with each other and never fight.
It used to be vibrant and full of laughter and happiness
your amazing handsome looks were just an added bonus.
 
Then we would fight constantly all throughout the night hours
contemplating whether or not this love we shared was true of ours.
So we separated and went down the distinct paths of our lives,
we gave up on our relationship, never waiting for it to strive.
 
Our relationship used to be so amazing and wonderful as could be,
it turned for the worst and into the battle of Beau and Missy.
We murdered our relationship in cold blood and buried the remains
I've been back to the burial site but to not dig it up, help me refrain.
 
I sit here and read the gravestone over and over again in my mind
yet I give in and dig up the old remains of it all, shocked to find
that even after I had thought we murdered all possible chances
of ever getting back together but I'm glad I made these advances.
 
I continue to stay here and I have started puttin' pieces together,
digging up these old feelings from our past, leaves me feeling light as a feather.
my blackened, broken heart flickers like a shallow, dimming candle light
a flame that wants to die out but yet like a baby bird, wanting to take flight.
 
I've dug up these old bones in hopes to help solve this mysterious case
I've lost you but you best believe I'm not giving up, I will give chase.
I want to bring our relationship back from the dead and create a new one
we'll put good use to these old bones, let's make use of what we've been given.
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