hmm... back before i wrote poems about society/conciousness, i used to write these cheesy love poems all the time. you can thank my muse for that, and this one is titled after her...
Tomorrow he Will see her
what Will he say?
Will he even say anything at all,
or Will he stand tall and cherish
her sweet embrace in silence
reminiscing on the times when
they used to be whole?
Her stunning beauty causing him
to bear his soul,
but it hurts to know
that the same embrace
that brings so much love and grace
can also bring pain and cold.
Now the thought of her leAving
Causing him to bear hIs soul,
“Please don’t go…”
A singLe tear rolls down her face, her cheek
As she gathers up enough strengtH
to speak three beautiful words “…i love you.”
As she walks toward the gate
he prays to himself
“Please look back…”
But she doesn’t, she tries to remaiN strong
all Along, leading hIm to beLieve
that he cAn’t breathe without Her.
“Please look back…”
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