Of battles was her man, in seas his roam,
Magical, her flowing tears , as he marched to his doom.
The wait, longer than eternity, her sob, the sound of depravity,
Of lost love, life to her, murderous sanity.
Colors fade, eyes drop,
Virgin, her body, burdens their unborn child's demise.
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I Follow Me Walking Away
PoesíaWhen you choose to read what's written inside... Ask if you're ready to embrace the chaos of nothingness. Everything is sad, sad being the true feeling portraying unhidden complexity, I accept it, more often than I should. This is a collection o...
