When you think of all you never did
And of all you never said
With shaking knees, you still hold high
Your head
With loose feeling wrists you hold your glass
As you proclaim
"A toast! To the newly weds,"
Behind eyes blurred with tears
You smile at the one
You hold dearest
And hope maybe
In this darkening love
For the end
Your love will shine clearest.
Im not happy with how this turned out, but whatever. I can't figure how to improve it.
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
