As sorrow surrounds you with its arms of clay,
Eyes fading into the dark of night,
I wish to stand; be with you each day,
To hold a torch- to bring back your light.
Your clear tears fall heavy like a summer storm,
I see your broken, burden bound heart,
Wish to embrace you; make you feel warm,
To stop you from crumbling apart.
You are the rose of my heart,
Who turns old stone into gold,
"Life is a path we must chart,"
Is what I was always told.
I know of your wounds from your new crown of thorns,
Seemingly endless puncturing pain,
I will hold you; lift you through your mornes,
Shatter your new soul capturing chain.
Whether hard time or easy I do not care,
Dear, with you I will forever stand,
This pain is something we both will bear,
Always will hold your sweet, tender hand.
You are a joy in my soul,
Like a sunset in the sky,
Always very beautiful,
Leave this world with me and fly.
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Book of Dreams
PoetryThis is going to be a poem collection: some happy, some sad, and other to make you wonder. Each one has been rooted in some kind of dream I had or just a thought bubble I've been stuck on. Please give feedback, it would be the best way for me to imp...
