Masterisall
Experienced
- Joined
- Aug 3, 2006
- Posts
- 36
Alive Again
You pick up the shovel that I hold
-In both of our hands we are digging together
So slowly, the wind taps across our arms
As I help you guide the shovel into the ground
Amazingly
It slips right in
The sod that was in the way is nearly widthless
An effortly moan escapes our lips
This is our first time
We are new to this
Digging a hole, our minds in sync
Deeper into the ground we sink
And the velvet dirt makes contact with the shovel head
This is my grave, and I've just died
But I've been revived just now
Holding on, hand in hand
Digging this hole, has made me love again
You pick up the shovel that I hold
-In both of our hands we are digging together
So slowly, the wind taps across our arms
As I help you guide the shovel into the ground
Amazingly
It slips right in
The sod that was in the way is nearly widthless
An effortly moan escapes our lips
This is our first time
We are new to this
Digging a hole, our minds in sync
Deeper into the ground we sink
And the velvet dirt makes contact with the shovel head
This is my grave, and I've just died
But I've been revived just now
Holding on, hand in hand
Digging this hole, has made me love again
I honestly think this is not very good, and I'm wondering if any of you have any suggestions to make it better.