Your memory still burns into my mind,
your touch still tingles on my skin.
The love I felt is still in my heart;
I can still feel your lips on mine...
Our love will always be,
but can never be.
Thus the us we knew is gone;
We drifted away like leaves in the fall.
Now it's time to bury the blade and
release this thrall...
YOU ARE READING
Lullabies in the Dark
PoetryJust a lot of my poems from some of my early-late teen years and maybe a couple will be added from the present.