my love

a soul as black as night
fists putting up a fight
piercing eyes judging me
always longing to be free
a sensual touch of the cheek
so quiet, so soft, so very meek
then it all happens in the blink of an eye
the one i have loved was doomed to die
drowning in my own worst sorrow
pain i shouldn't have to borrow
he was my one and only
leaving my torn heart so lonely
i never got to say goodbye
or tell him that sweet little lie
i loved him so very much
i long to feel his gentle touch





Poetry by katie marie
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Written on 2006-11-04 at 22:37

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maxmedo
Im sorry for such a loss

I like this poem, so sad though it's my style

Rate: Sad *Perfect*

~MAX~
2006-11-05