If I close my eyes,
He's almost home.
He's almost near.
But then I open,
And he's gone.
If I close my eyes,
I see the smile,
Then the baseline
Of the gun.
If I close my eyes,
The tears don't fall,
The aching fades,
And winter, never comes.
If I close my eyes,
I can stay here.
For he appears,
And I never have to run.
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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis
