If I could have said goodbye.
I'd dance with you until we cried.
Your eyes use to glow
Happiness is never endless.
That smile of you my friend.
Had I known my world be upside down
Because of you. Never would I have guessed.
An oldness of love one day to be renewed.
If that day were to come
I would have never run.
Yeahhhhhhhhh
I've shouldn't kiss you like it was never again
Hugged and held you close until we fell to our knees.
Flying high on you so high.
Can't get enough.
About the Creator
Dennis
Love poetry, history, adventure, science and the exploration of life the universe aswell mankind's own struggles in conquering his own private world and inner life. Hoping to create have the work of my of poetry worth sharing inspire many
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor7 days ago in Fiction
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