It washed over me like a wave creeping up onto the sand of a lonely beach. That cold salty water shaking my existence and piercing through the fog covering the fact that I'll never see your face again, that no matter how many times the sun rises or sets you'll never be here to feel the warmth or gaze up at the lonely light, and no matter how much I cry, or scream, or pray, none of that pain will ever change the fact that, you're gone.
DU LIEST GERADE
Love loss and the pain that follows.
PoesieLove loss and the pain the follows is a short collection of poems put together to tell the short story of a rough childhood causing issues with love, and finding love, and the dealing with the grief and loss of it.
