p o e t r y

74

"So the days are limited and the nights are long,

and I'm going to love you like you're the last hope

 I've got." she breathed heavily, swallowing her protesting tears.

The warm air of the city smothered her tear stained face

 but all I could do

was stand there hopeless

 and out of love..

A/N

This was a michael break up poem