Ignorance By Her
He rises from his temporary resting place
Welcoming another sunrise with a false smile
He wonders if he is more than a disgrace
If he is a ghost to her
Looking up with empty eyes
He catches his own lonely stare
Yet he carries on
Inside unhurriedly dying
Like a burning rose
But good looks don’t matter while crying
Not to her
She came
Came like a silent thief
The words she never spoke
They steal his smile
Hid the light
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Must Be Love(poems)
PoetryPoetry by me.—those feelings in-between each warm second of your heartbeats. Either flourishing with ecstasy(love) or burning with fire(hate)
