LOSS
The thought of never seeing that person again,
Never seeing them smile,
Never hearing their horrible jokes again,
Wether it'd be sexual, funny or just a plain horrible,,
Was... sad and hurtful,
The fact that you'd just realise that you'll never see your beloved again,
Just a body,
All they were was a body now,
Another angel had joined the unknown afterlife,
Another soul had been obliterated,
Another life had been taken,
Death,
Loss,
Hurt,
Then...
Nothing,
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It wasn't as good as the others but oh well. Hope you guys like it!
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Define it.
PoetryThe title says it all. I define things. I define things to the smallest part of that word or thing and my deepest thoughts. I guess you could call it a poem just without rhyming. Read it. See what you think.... Read it. Hear it. See it. Feel it...
