His heart, the pounding, the names, the pain.
He screamed her name, and cried her tears.
She saw his blood, and took his laugh, Took his life, and took his path.
His body, cold, shivering and pale.
Her life, moving ahead, seemed mighty swell.
He lost his spirit, and began to rot, and left his suffering in her thoughts.
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Deep, lovely, poetry..
PoetryThis is where all my deep, hard, loved, anytype of emotional feeling, in a form of poems, will go.
