I close my eyes, remembering your simple, gentle touch.
A storm passed by, ending the suffering it caused.
Lightning strikes, violently
As the thunder sounds off, I stare at the sky.
Unravelling the lies, brought to me.
I never understood, what was true?
However, I'll probably never learn.
Under that moonlit night, standing by a single street lamp.
Graceful, the melancholy takes my hand.
We join together, in a never-ending dance.
Sharing memories, our heads touch above the clouds.
It's a ballroom, of a ticking clock, the hour is counting down.
Its a ballad, and the singers are me and you.
Finally, the clock has rung, midnight has struck.
Alas, we've ran out of time, at-least on my end.
The end to this tale, it was brought on by luck.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
