I can only imagine how you feel,
How you can simply consume who you feel....
I've wondered so much, how you look...
And I've pondered..... But for answers I know not where to look....
I can only imagine your never dying stare....
The endless flowing of you hair.
The mere thought of you consumes my mind.
Could what they say about you be true
Or is love like you... And I'm simply blind ? I wonder
You're there to meet us at the end of the race
To end all our struggles
To have us to embrace
But I just want to meet you in like a quarter
To know who you are, for my brain won't cease to wonder
So I call out to you.... To hold me in your arms
Allow me to feel your embrace and Luke warm
Open my eyes.... I submit to you
My fair lady
YOU ARE READING
The Last Lady
PoetryA series of poems unfolding what I view death as..... What fascinates me about her..... and what she triggers within me.... and how I see her affecting us....... all my poems are apart of me.....🙇........... God give me strength..... Kidd_X_
