The End
This is it.
We are done.
I hate this to end,
but it is inevitable.
My love will never disappear,
nor will my care.
You are just a lost soul,
that stumbled into the light.
You are no longer scared,
you are no longer confused.
You are in the light,
no longer in the dark.
You are safe,
no longer in threat.
You are just a soul,
no longer lost or scared.
You are just a soul,
needless to say,
you are a wonderful soul.
Now be free, my love,
and you are forever,
in my mind and heart,
no matter what.
Copyright © Eli Arendel | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment