Decaying

1 0 0
                                    

Lives end, like art can finish. In one breath

I take out this space, the same thoughts of death

And how I know I will not see this light

Again have its own purpose, in my sight.

Nothing lasts forever. My love for you

Will last an eternity, my known truth.

I gently think of you, while going forth

In the times I heave a rock of one sort.

That being the suffering that happens

I am born into the earth for traffic

The humans I see available here

The beauty I breathe in, and exhale fear.

They will return, but my friends are with me

With them, my hearts, souls, and destinies

Nothing will change my love for you right here

I love you so much, you let me shed tears...

emily's poemsWhere stories live. Discover now