She still crys.
She still feels the pain.
She wearns for his presence, she wishes on the stars, that he was next to to her.......
Whispering tunes of love in her ears.
But he still does, through the music box he left behind.
"My love take me where you go, and where you sit, I'll be next to you".
That's the last words she told him, before he slipped into non-existence.
The music box used to play joyful tunes.
Now all I hear are tears.
And each time it's plays, my fears bare clear.
Loneliness is all you left behind.
And the music box proclaims it all.
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PoezjaLike all other literature, poetry understands the act of word play. Poetry with just a few words expresses our deeper, emotional and conflicting thoughts. Tells a story and makes Known to it's us, facts. And the fact is poetry is you, me and everyon...
