Day One, I felt like you were the one
Day Two, I noticed that these feelings were true
Day Three, you began to make me anew
This future view that I had with you
Was the one thing that would push my days through
Day Four, the emotions were at the door
Day Five, they kept beating me until I hit the floor
Day Six, your love kept probing into my core
Your touch drove me into wanting more
Before I knew it you were the calm to my storm
Day Seven, you turned my view to the heavens
Day Eight, the state we found ourselves in was more than great
Day Nine, it was like you and I were designed to combine
I am no longer on a decline, you are my straight line
My smile and laughter makes you know everything is fine
Day Ten, I promise I will no longer leave you behind
We are open books in each others libraries
This is what a relationship is supposed to be
My past was broken and my walls were high
But you stared me right in the eyes
My true eyes that only you could realize
You were my love at first sight
And for you I will fight until the end of my days with all of my might
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Jason N
I am a husband, father, and entrepreneur. I write on Medium as well along with my wife (Marie&Jason). Looking to share earning opportunities as well as poetry, and my real life explorations. Also, some beneficial and knowledgeable posts.
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
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