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The bones...

Poetry By: twinkletoes
Poetry


life and death of the lovers


Submitted:Feb 25, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


the bones that lay above the grave,

are from the man that stayed and stayed.

waiting forever for his wifes return,

has her soul moved on or is it ever watching ever seeing his ghost weep.

she watches from the shadows as he weeps a tear,

the love he was drowning in agonizing fear.

she blows him a kiss but he doesnt turn round,

shes waiting the day that he stops the weeping sound.

then she'll cross to start again,

ever to remember watching his pain.

if it was true love they had,

they'll meet again and never be sad





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