All I could think about and do
Was to stare at you
With your magnificent and syrupy brown eyes
I did not want to say good-bye
You left me years ago
But we both really know
A memory will not suffice
For, I have paid the price
The buds won't bloom this spring
Who knows what this summer will bring
The rain and snow of winter has washed away my debt and pain
The price? I will hang
YOU ARE READING
What Lies Beyond
PoetryAnd while we may feel lonely, we learn that we're not alone.
