Your love may outlast,
May outlive the time you take
Me in your arms,
No warning;
For I cannot kill what we create;
If i do,
You shall hold me in your arms, like you did before.
it shall be my last,
I'll last like you,
My life will finish all too soon,
And I'll be gone,
Abiding by death,
Just like
What you made me
Create.
YOU ARE READING
After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
