A gentle kiss
escapes a blooming rose...
Your tone trembles
as words stagger...
A life without romance
was almost believable...
A broken heart is like a tar pit,
even though you get over someone...
Hesitation grows faster
as I struggle to gaze...
In this poem there's no frill,
sorry if it doesn't give you any chill...
Dreaming of him
is more heavenly...
These questions stay open ended, giving me endless...
They are begging for answers, prying at my...
He kissed my nose
and told me he loved me...
He was my anchor
to the happiness of reality...
A lingering grief
resurfaces each autumn...
2014-10-17 19:33
Abandon me, my love...