I walk hand in hand
With the boy on the beach.
I like stars, snow, and song
He likes sunsets, stories, and the sea.
We're the embodiment of emotion
The quick glimpse of hope
The picture of strength.
Yet we are broken,
Imperfect and flawed.
Much like the world,
Imperfect and cruel.
With the theft of one life
The world steals our laughter
Robs us of our hope, our breath.
The sea evaporates and the stars fall,
Sunsets disappear and song goes sour,
The snow melts and the story dies.
He is the Northern star in the night
And I am tired and lost in the dark
As I walk on the beach alone.
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My Book Of Poems
PoesíaHello. I mainly decided to start this because I write poems often and even more often then not, I lose them. This way I can keep them and maybe also get some constructive criticism. I suggest reading them while your phone is sideways (landscape vers...
