I look up to the stars
to count the bats I see.
As we walked to your car,
you got closer to me.
Your hand reached out to intertwine
and eagerly so did mine.
Truthfully I did not want to say goodbye
but I let go of your hand with a heartbreaking sigh.
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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!
