A lover wanting more,
And another lost at war,
Meeting a measly few years ago.
Planing on growing
Old.
She is trying
But all that ends up happening
Is herself lying,
"I need him
I will keep him"
But her faith thin.
The letter are piling
Higher and higher
He is seeing her smiling
And he keeps
Falling and falling
Deeper and steeper,
She is a keeper.
He is fighting
And every chance he gets
He will keep writing,
She is ignighting
His passion
But she is only climbing steeper and deeper
Into cold dispassion.
He signs the letters,
"sans toi je ne suis rien,"
Without you I am nothing,
And nothing he would be
Without his dearly beloved
Right next to he.
She never replied
And for every missing word
He will have died.
She never once loved him
And never she would.
he doesn't know this.
He never got the time.
He ran into that battle,
Spoting red rose petals,
Of which those who were fragile.
The color of blood,
The same
As the color of her lips,
From a glimpse in the past.
Her hair blowing and flowing.
And memory that will everlaste
Even the sweetest of peaches
And most horrifying of speeches.
He loved her more them life itself,
He would love her forever,
Never even knowing his forever
Was only a small moment
Longer.....
L.O.M
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Poetry By Me
PoetrySome poems I wrote,they are kinda wild and all over the place but they are unique and mine so please enjoy! Yours truly, L.O.M
