It's the beginning
of the end..
Love songs have now
been spent..
I guess thats
just the way
life goes..
It;s the beginning
of the end..
Our love has given in..
We are now but strangers
in a home..
Yes..
The begining
of the end..
In this love
we pretend..
That we are
Not strangers..
in our bed..
in our talks..
not of words..
but of loss..
We are but strangers ..
Afraid to take the final walk..
Now is the time my friend..
As I cry for the beginning
of our end.
Knowng in my heart.
Our love has been spent.
No place to start
I can't love like this anymore..
No longer lovers..
Lets try to be friends..
Remember always
what brought us here..
To the beginning of this end.
No longer lovers
Now we can be friends..
Me loving you
You loving me..
No strings attached.
Independantly...
Because I can't love
like that anymore..
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
strength a nice write..
LYF
tony
Love the union of your verses. very good!!!!
Peg