Time unexpectedly ran out for us,
For once, all I wanted was a pulse,
Yet the cold hands intertwined with mine,
Is all that was left of my beautiful bride.
I saw a tear escaping your eye,
But quickly noticed it was mine,
A tear injected with mixed emotions,
Unable to untangle the whole situation.
Your name, left a stain in me,
My beloved, love, set me free,
To be free from this piercing pain,
With a selfish hope to meet again.
Your cold body laid to me on the bed,
As I whispered, screamed and begged,
For them to take my life in return,
To have my soul left ready to burn.
No matter how close our bodies are,
My warmth couldn’t reach you, there, afar,
My love, your hands starting to slip,
As we share your last warmth on the lips.
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Author:
Alex Griffin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2022 23:06
- Comment from author about the poem: The warmth of a loved one is indescribable, so cherish it well.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
A god word on an important truth! Welcome to MPS Alex.
this feels so raw and impassioned
in its details
a really good read, thanks for sharing
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