The Night that I'd Die
This is the night that I'd die
where roses will wither in a distance,
the stars will fade from the night sky
and the clouds will weep from afar
This is the the night that I'd die—
the air will be as icy as the moon
that would seize to beam tonight
just to give way for where I loom
This is the night that I'd die—everyone would watch and weep;
observe as I cut my strings of time
and regret as I forever fall asleep
This is the night that they would care at last
and forgotten again when the sun comes out
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
