Lost Love
And if I had the nerve,
To call you "nothing,"
You would still be my heart's desire.
You would still haunt my darkness
With your black hair and ice-blue eyes.
Whispers of long ago on your lips,
Echoing in my mind's cage,
Smashing against the walls.
Waiting for time to travel on,
Like a poem that is never read.
And I will never forget you,
For you will always be "something" to me.
To call you "nothing,"
You would still be my heart's desire.
You would still haunt my darkness
With your black hair and ice-blue eyes.
Whispers of long ago on your lips,
Echoing in my mind's cage,
Smashing against the walls.
Waiting for time to travel on,
Like a poem that is never read.
And I will never forget you,
For you will always be "something" to me.
This Poems Story
A lost love, physically or emotionally.
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