A cascade of hair,
The smile that you hold true.
Because at the end of the day,
I can rely on you.
Your ocean blue eyes,
And your playful ways,
Can make me happy,
For countless days.
But when you're gone,
Your laugh unheard,
Smiles nonexistent,
All your pictures are burned.
Because now that your gone,
I cannot hold my word,
Before of what happened to you,
Because of what occurred.
Sometimes I pretend that you're there,
Smiling, watching me,
Because when I look at you,
It's your spirit I see.
I now sit alone,
My heart breaking,
Thinking of,
How long it's taking
For me to be gone,
So I can join you
So once again I see,
The smile you hold true.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
