The sun glistens across the sky
On a cold Friday morning
The beauty of the earth compares not to the heart I am mourning
Her eyes a cool pool that draws me in
Her hair a beautiful burnt umber that contrasts her gorgeous white skin
Her smile that shakes me to the very core of my soul
Something deep inside I can hardly control
Her voice that of a siren, Soft and sweet
The only reason my heart still beats
But I've lost her now
Forever foreboding
Knowing I'll never be the source of her smile
Forever my soul eroding
A day will soon come
When I will become
Enough for myself
Enough to give some
One day I will be
Enough for you and me
Together forever
Or gone without dignity
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Perfectly Imperfect
PoetryThe sickness expelled from the heart of a man who thought he was finally good enough to be loved. God may have other plans but that doesn't mean he can't mourn the loss of his best friend and lover. Eternally etched into the screen of some computer...
