there was a time
where all he
could've wanted
was her touch.
there was a time
where all he
could've wanted
was her eyes.
there was a time
where all she
ever wanted was
him.
there was a time
where she left
him in tears
and
he
didn't
know what
to do without her.
now she lays
in a mahogany box
that doesn't describe her
at all.
now he sits in a
black suit,
screaming inside,
crying,
begging her to
come back to him where
she belongs; in his arms.
where he should've kept her,
where she'd be safe,
where she'd be loved.
-sara-
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The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
