The history that surrounds us,
Is quiet,
As closing time roles around,
And we are left,
In an almost dark hole,
With only a few breaths left,
Before eyes will spot us,
And we must walk away,
But I have other plans,
And so I grab her hand,
And together we crawl into a spot,
Where she rests on top of me,
Our hot and sweaty skin,
Touching,
And we wait until it's completely dark,
And the silence has stretched for ages,
Before she laughs,
And I laugh with her,
But we don't move.
Instead,
I tell her a story,
Of a woman,
And a man,
Who's love,
Reached the blue sky,
And the effortlessly painted clouds,
And the eternity of the sun,
And the dullest of stars,
And kept on moving,
Until they're life,
Ended the most perfect emotions,
The earth has ever seen,
And now,
Whenever two people,
Join in the same emotions,
These people bless them,
To have an everlasting love,
And when she asks me,
If we were blessed,
I say yes,
And I press my lips,
Against her own,
Because I believe,
That we,
Are everlasting.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
