you were a
11.11 wish come true
a residence for
my vagabond heart
an unknown god
answering my prayers
a drizzle on
a parched landscape.
you were all the things
i thought were
too good to be true.
but you were true,
and you were mine.
the sad thing is
all good things
come to an end.
and you were no
d i f f e r e n t.
YOU ARE READING
For That Dead Love
PoetryA group of poems for the one love that you thought would last forever.