Truly he was mine,
He held me in his arms,
We laughed and together we stayed,
But nothing last forever,That I could not see,
He truly seemed happy,
But in a better play,
He had to be,It's true I found him dead,
Golden arts still claimed by his hair,
But he left the waters calm,
He left his charming character,Who would be left to put a birds song to shame,
Who would show me their wonderland,
The waters claim instead of raging,
My dearest was in a endless sleep,There would be no need to throw flower petals in the air,
There was no need to mention fairy lights being huge everywhere,
How I wished for you to hold me,
Close all night,But your warmth was replaced,
By disfunction,
No delight,I always knew he overworked,
That he could not see,
But he worked harder,
He refused to listen to me,A bottle of scout would be fine,
But regret is not the truth,
I'll admire him from below,
For nothing charming is ever lose,"For even in pain he is a true beauty"
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The Beauty of Pain
Poetry"Nothing charming is ever lost, for pain causes beauty" This book is a collection of poems that follow one story line. Every poem is from a different point of view. These poems can be from the: Past = ❀ Present= ✾ or Future= ⋆ ▐ 2nd Place in poet...