He cried and cried
For the love that died.
Buried under the ground
No longer making a sound
She moaned and moaned
For the love she lost.
One she once owned
And now misses the most
I longed and longed
For the love not felt.
One that belonged
To someone i've never met.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
