Pain of losing a lover can not easily be discribed, but I tried
When mourning sun meets rays of the jagged dawn
Window breaks in fright followed by love lost in the night
Room spins, shadows grow, turn gloom into virgin light
Hope fails as does faith from your pillow you are gone
The taste of tormented love still lingers upon my breath
Nameless silent sound crackles in fleeting fear all around
Wanting desire left in the burning fire of tears trickling down
know the please has once again escaped lingering like death
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2004
The pain is rampant in your words. I did it like this:
Crumpled note on floor
Tells the story of love gone.
Time for dying.
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Crumpled note on floor
Tells the story of love gone.
Time for dying.
Very, very well written!!
Love Tinka