a heavy heart carries the weight of more than a thousand men
and neither could foresee the path that had been set before them
and as the sky set forth a blazing road that both were scared to take
he took her hand and calmed her mind that had begun to shake
without a word he set forth the pace giving her time to try
he needed her more than words could say so he merely dried her eyes
for actions can paint a picture that the tongue is scare to say
and tomorrow he'll still be there just as he was today
but tomorrow came and he lost her hand and it came with a terrible price
for an end was sought and quickly received in which came eternal night
and though silence was found she was not and his heart did scream her name
no matter how he tried to forget he couldn't for she's the reason he came
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
