The Grave calls for me
The shinigami smiles
But still
The tears keep falling
From lonely eyes
That see only Death
The hand that writes the name
Will soon disappear
As will the tears
But not before
The last letter
Is written down
A new hand
Writes names now
With ignorant eyes
And a naïve heart
The love given
Is not returned
Either way
It never
Would have been...
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Last Wish, My Poem Collection
PoetryFirst poem book. I've filled it to the top with dark poems from the far corners of my mind. Enjoy my shadows.
