Goodbye

Her face is all I want to see,
A thing of such exquisite beauty.
How I long to touch her lips
With hands, with my own lips,
And how I wish those lips
Would part to speak, and how
I wish that what was once
Would be again, but it will
Not, and I resolve, submerged
In sadness, to move on, to
Teach myself to live without
That face.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2016-12-29 at 00:48

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Such yearning
So much longing
And yet goodbye

But those lips are quiet
2016-12-29


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So sad. But heartfelt.
2016-12-29