Misty rain softly falling- the tears sliding down my face..
All i think of is you and my heart is a cold empty place.
Your voice haunts me as the world around me turns.
All this love for you silently grows and burns.
I am the brooding moon- the cloudy sky in the middle of the afternoon.
I just wish this pain would leave soon.
I am the diming sunset- glowing pale and bright.
But you...
You are the hopeful sunrise- the never fading light.
The world is your canvas- your passion is a sight.
The thunder is your heartbeat- ringing in my ears.
Yet..
The lily catches no tears
Comments
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love the poem
really like the title
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.... the lily catches no tears....
stunning.
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