No sliver,
No gold,
No rubies older than Rome
Can bring you back to me.
O, it will never be...
I hope you know,
That my last breath was not of wealth.
My last breath was not of my health.
I hope you know,
That at near death,
Your name was my final breath.
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Poems of Gothic Love, Tragedy, and More
PoetryGothic poems mostly about love but also about tragedy, death, and sometimes about wanting to be a vampire and a ghost. Please check out "Opalescent Cosmos" by moi. Please enjoy and feel free to add any critiques (please be respectful). Thank you!
