Love, Screams
A cup of coffee, a book and a pen,
my companions, and thoughts to pen.
How are things so far?
I'm starting to see again a distant star.
Out of my reach,
but surely stays in my loving heart.
The romantic visions dance across the sky,
only I can see; to you, may hide.
The moon used to shine brightly,
as you speak to this poetess.
You talked more of those sweet echoes,
that brought loneliness to your titillating heart.
Sorry for what I became,
for I, was too fearful of gaining more pain.
Words from thee, fell to my soul,
a shower of remorse to this lil fool.
Nailed one door shut two dreams.
A crumpled story of great love, screams.
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