The Art of Loss- Safe and Sound

July 19, 2009
The treasure I possess is endless love
You bless me with your innocent gaze.
Sleep, darling, for now I must go above.
Blinded by tears, you are lost in this haze.

You cannot fall, nor ever be saved.
Despair comes crashing, we cannot forgive.
Though you are hurt, all those fears you have braved,
Only make you stronger, think, what we lived!

Even the souls of a thousand evil men,
With innocence tainted by blood and death,
Cannot bring us back to where we were, again.
But never stop, fight until your last breath.

Cry a river, drown in tears, all those fears
Break through, shine, nothing is what it appears.

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Amazingchick said...
Jan. 9, 2012 at 12:46 pm
I love your poems they're magnificent.!
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