on the ocean, I float, the water below freezes my soul, cold as it is, it has grown colder
for she has left me and I have left her, roses of black sink to the bottom, she's a fool and so am I, she sinks and grabs on to my skin
she pulls and we sink together as one
she thought she could let me go but she could not
for I am no human
and I think like no other
death is at my doorstep but so is she
she awaits for my death and so do I
she'll be happy when I am gone
I'll be happy to have put rest among her and the others
8:52 pm
YOU ARE READING
Venus (Book 2)
PoetryA second poetry book, describing my pain, fear, and of course, sad moments as well as happy... You are not alone, and I'm sure you can get through this, we can work on this together. I wish you all the best in life! 2017
