A love story, the passing of a spouse, but their love is uninterrupted by death
Defying realness Telling me still more She’s not what she appears to be, not now, not ever Black, hollow portals to her self I knew her I loved her I can still see her Lying eyes wide on the white table She still loves me She will always star in my life’s fable In my purgatory of love, I will always remember her eyes wide Anguish I hope will subside Eyes wide corpse
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.