here lies in my hands,
the book of my life;
i search towards the end
gazing your name.
i look through every line,
stanza, and word hopeful of
something there of.
you're right there,
dead smack in the middle.
but next to your name,
was the word gone.
and i completely lose it.
- zmh
YOU ARE READING
the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
