Silent, with nothing to be said,
no sudden moves done,
she lay with me,
I the moon, awaiting the sun
her lips, two velvet cushions,
pierce my pain astray,
for night is gone, when she is day
her eyes, two glass filled brim high
sent me every ounce of life
when death was but a trinket,
a yearning strife
for what more would I need,
but her name, an everlasting stain
injured onto my body
blessed with the pain of
every night I endured
in which gave me her,
every knife twist inside my body-
please- please no, please not now
please, let me be better
please, not to her, she is the only good thing I've got going
don't make me lose her-
not a single care in the world from the very one
who brought light into my world-
who-
gave me a world, and yet jeopardize her?
Why? Do such immeasurable damage
take all of me,
but do not dare, keep her from me.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
