The thud that resounds in a quiet room
That fighting muscle alive in its tomb
It's rhythm seems so melodic
Your ear flush, your eyes hypnotic
Oh how the blood burns when you are near
I find joy and then I sense my own fear
I'll never let you go, yet you slip right through
I know I can't fight, though you want it too
I've only ever retreated
I know that fighting ends in me defeated
I look ahead and watch you go
Yet living in the past makes it so slow
Finality comes without knowing it's arrived
That hope of a future with you now deprived
I cry out as my mind is in such pain
I look to the sky and so cries the rain
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Hearts gone cold
PoesíaThis is a compilation of poetry and thoughts most centering around the idea of lost love or loneliness. #1 sad poems 1-19-19 #1 compilation 1-19-19 #1 poet 1-29-19 #1 deep poem 2-22-19
