deleahrium

America!  the Promised Land, we hail. We leave this world of misery and hate, and breaking of the boundaries we sail through dark infested waters of our fate. Then, landing in the morning dew we breathe the fresh of unstained earth, its perfumed note, but cough into the atmosphere disease that festered in our lungs upon the boat. The rats!  how they did scurry left and right! We didn't know they brought the fever's surge. So many of the women palled to white, all pussed and porous skin the scarlet scourge. The land of "opportunity" it's named; it's where we that first winter all were maimed.  

i'm small but snow still tempts my toes i love the frost; it clings and grows my lips are cold, my eyes are closed my tongue is out, my hands are posed my skin is frosty to the touch the snow is falling 'round so much the sky is dark and earth is white i won't forget this perfect night within this moment i will stay until another perfect day.  

remember me, the one you sought, then left. they weren't enough, the times i used the word-- of all the words i meant, it's love bereft! (and in remembrance seems a bit absurd) remember?  i was perfect 'til you came and changed what i once thought was perfect truth i dreamed of us as two in one, the same; but love, you said?  of course, a lie, forsooth! remember love, i never harmed nor pained, nor had i changed my mind before my heart. my dear, it was first yours, the love that waned, now mine, i can't recall it ever start! remember me, the one you are without.   i am the one you'll always think about.