She pauses for a while,
she takes her final breath;
He holds her by his side,
her best friend, he is Death;
She was among a multitude,
who lay down so he could have a job;
Others had fought hard to live,
but she had a longing for his heart;
She believed she could heal him,
but there was nothing to heal;
He was but an idea,
a soulless entity;
She went away with no goodbye,
but a hello to this friend;
He had taken many people,
she was just another end;
With no feelings in his touch,
he looks with aged experience;
Has got her now in his clutch,
another in his sequence;
He moves on to the next,
but she still says hello to the rest;
He wonders what guides her and what's giving her that strength,
She says,"It's the feeling of tomorrow, my friend.'Cause tomorrow I won't exist."
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A/N:I learnt two things from this one:
1. We have but a limited existence.
2.Good girls can't always rein in bad boys(that cliche just doesn't apply...(before you throw tomatatoes at me)- at least it doesn't always apply...)
^_^ <3 @DawnWesson
(Oh, this one's dedicated to your new story @reckless_vixen!)
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26 Letters(Book 1 in The Numero Lexicon) #Wattys2016
Poetry"Things we experience everyday, Things we feel throughout our way, Everything from when we started to when we'll end... And all those to whom gratitude and love we send... Here's to living with joy in our hearts, and never letting the hardships tear...
