Her Lips, His Ear
Her Pain, His Tear
Both Taken Away From All Love Ever Known
Both Have No Place To Call A Home.
So As They Fade Into The Abyss Of The Night
She Struggles In The Noose She Wrapped So Tight.
He Stays By Her Side Just As Blood Trickles From His Veins,
Not Even Love From A True Cry,
Could Cure Their Pains.
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That’s a pretty good poem. I think I can understand what you mean… especially the no place to call home… and well… pretty much all of that.
Wow this is really good
wow that is really good. heh…i can understand this poem and relate. i like it. good job 🙂
this is beautiful. (:
Very real….deep.