"I still remember.
It all too well.
The way I fell,
all the way from hell.
You were the sunshine,
you took the pain.
Angel eyes,
I've been missing your sunshine hair.
Your sunset eyes,
your friendly stare.
Why can I not die,
with you as well,
A searing love,
that kills a heart,
a flame so cold,
my love is dead,
why I am not?"
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
