Although your heart has stopped.
Mine beats only for you.
Although your veins are dried.
I still bleed from my eyes.
Although flowers are tossed.
The scent never fades.
Although turned to ashes.
The tears don't pass my lashes.
Although remembered by stone.
Its memories to crowns.
Although turned angel.
We love for forever.
For my mother is gone.
But never forgotten.
For my love has blossomed.
Although it pains.
Viviana Salgado-Garcia Avila.
10.07.85-6.03.20
His lover.
Their mother.
Their daughter.
Their Sister.
My mother.
You'll live forever in our hearts.
Instead of looking down we should be looking up, into the sky's, because that's where she resides.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
