Times get hard as days go by,
Evenings get colder as birds sing less,
Mornings always start up with a smiling sky—
But none give out the warmth that her smiles possess.
We're so far apart yet closely knit,
Torn by distance but still in touch,
Holding each other up bit by bit
In a world that weighs us down far too much.
I get purple butterflies when she comes into my mind—
On those cold ugly evenings when I'm sitting with myself,
Yeah I never got a kiss and we left it all behind,
Locked away in our memories like a book in a dusty shelf.
They'll be fire and they'll be rain,
The years will come and they will go
And though the love in me was slain,
Regret won't stop our ethereal flow!
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
