Lovers painted lips whisper soft goodbyes,
The lost of touch,
Mind begins to unravel,
Fingers trace ghosts of memories,
Lost at sea,
The anguish and pains,
Never before so felt by the young lover,
Now alone the grave cold as a soldier in the winter months,
Without food or warmth,
Starvation claims the body,
Insanity the mind,
Fingers endlessly trace the name of a lost lover,
Forever chasing ghosts.
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
