"The silent man,
was in love.
he never said,
men never do.
she was everything,
she was anything.
it was when he lost her,
that he finally spoke,
to say goodbye,
Not hello."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 63
"The silent man,
was in love.
he never said,
men never do.
she was everything,
she was anything.
it was when he lost her,
that he finally spoke,
to say goodbye,
Not hello."
