Alone.

Wallace

She left, I cried.

That day love died.

Days are dark.

On me depression has left its mark.

Nights are long.

Bad thoughts my mind is among.

Thought love would last for ever.

Never thought from me her love she would sever.

Eyes are soulless.

Heart full of coldness.

In living don't see no point.

Now our hearts are no longer joint.

She left.

I bereft.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 4th, 2017 00:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Abigail_

    *sounds of applause*

    • Wallace

      Thanks Abigail.

    • dusk arising

      Nicely written. Time heals. Please comment on my stuff.

      • Wallace

        Thanks for positive comment.

      • myself and me

        Yes. so alone.
        Very well expressed.

        • Wallace

          Thank you myself and me.



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