Shall we meet tonight, a date of some sort?
Where my endless tears are wiped away clear
'Fore the ache that lurks in my heart resort
To give up on its chance and leave me here?
Yes, 'fore death lurks close and ever so fast
And only the taste of your lips, so sweet
Could word me from the dead hand of the past
Whose intentions are of lover's deceit
Yet I still wait by the black window frame
In hopes of a glance at my nearing prince
But like my past love, it's a guessing game
Of whether it has either love since
Some might even call it a fair mistake
For love is full of anguish and heartache
YOU ARE READING
Mirror in Front of Me
Poetry" You stand there, as life less as a doll, as still as the night, watching me with, those sorrowful eyes,"- From the poem, And you whisper... "Mirror in Front of Me" is a collection of poetry where I am able to express myself figuratively where sim...
