On the darkest of days
he could still hear her laugh.
The perfect musicality
went straight to his heart.
He clung to this often
his own laughter has long since died.
As a tear trickles down his cheek
he slowly closes his eyes
just to see her
one more time.
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In The Name Of Love
Poetry"Come inside this heart of mine, feel the beat to the poets rhyme, words they tumble, spilling pain, tales of woe or love, again." Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
