Poetry

Over (#216)

Footprints in the sand,
She walks away, gently letting go of my hand,
Tears on my face are the blood from my heart,
Hurt fills me knowing we are going to be apart,
Her love for me died, but mine for her strong,
We are friends now, and my emotions will settle before long,
For a long time to come, I will stay loyal to that love,
But now I don’t know what the future is made of,
I am without my lady love now,
I lost her, and I know how,
Time is precious and every way cruel,
She was and still is my inspiration’s fuel,
But now, I am alone in this world,
And my life is mixed up and swirled.

Any Thoughts?

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