The day will come when my tears are no more
The finger you use will wipe my dry eyes
You will feel the steady lull in my chest
My red lips will lay tranquil to touch
Arresting the forgiveness you need
The day will come when hugs will cease
The hands you wished you wrapped around me
Will not make up for the ashes you now hold
I won't hear your cries or sorrow
That day, my life gives up tomorrow
9/2/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
