He was like a Gatsby
Tall, silver, and rich
Cooler than a lake frozen in time
She was like a Daisy
Womanly, petite, and blonde
Warmer than a green light and bridging on gold
He walked with her around the world
They visited the cities, the town, and the villages
Some of their hosts were touched and some were happy
But to others
They were hated
Why was it when he hugged her one day,
after years of walking and talking,
the corners of her eyes did not lift,
and her body sagged with age
And her smile did not make her body rise as the sun
Like he had killed her
Simply because he was Time, and she was Love,
And one always outlived the other
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Poems
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I wrote myself, completely original.
