Fated by the stars, <br />Pained by unseen cuts. <br />Waiting for the scars, <br />Feeling as though I'm in a rut. <br />But soon enough, <br />Since the cuts are rough, <br />The drops of blood <br />Soon become a flood. <br />Destiny, please don't waste <br />What time hasn't already replaced. <br />In all weariness and delay, <br />I regret nothing <br />Waiting for my body to decay. <br />Still, I lay <br />With my lover by my side <br />Not dead, <br />But not alive. <br />As my figure turns to lead <br />I feel your perfect face <br />And, as my heart begins to race, <br />Though my end is near <br />At least you are here; <br />And even though we'll both be dead, <br />I wonder if we'll truely be at our end.<br /><br />Samantha Edvalson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/misshapen-misgivings/
