poem

the sweet savory aroma of her perfume lifts his heart to his hand as he places it softly on her cheek new engaged lovers due in just one week /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ his other hand turns to feathers his silky grip slips the wheel slides out of his fingertips the car into a tree, crashes her head and the windshield, clashes /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ he gets up from her stone and begins his walk home the rain showers down needles and knifes if only to hurt him but not to destroy him /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ he stares down at his desk dripping on the floor the cold rain bites into his memories he swings his mighty arms, and fists, and destroys his computer, and lamp, and video game toys /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ a plain piece of paper stares up at him gleaming into his eyes he glares back intensely and begins the staring battle but the paper beats him, and wins, and reins and he feels lost, and broken, and feint ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He grabs a pen in his pocket he stares at it endlessly in only a second he grasp it tightly and held it out from his chest above the paper he stabs into his heart and turns and twists he spins it round and round pushes it deeper and tearing and thrashing straight into his soul ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ he falls unto his desk bleeding and crying out all the rest his blood fills the paper he can barley make out words but still schools them in herds his soul scribes the paper he dots on his name not caring of any fame and that was his ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ poem ~~~ ~~~~ By:Logan Seth Gregory ~The Daydreamer~