Th Blank Page
It see the words unfold and wonders are they my reflection
Sweat, the tear the blood form its very body
The lost tear of loss
The blood of life and death
The sweat of aimless toil
His last deed to see her smile
The final seconds locked the words
Please smile fro me from raspy depths
Those eyes which now surrender all the pain within
Her final gift to the love that leaves to soon
And smiles as the essence seems to go
I am the fly on the wall
Joined but never part
The witness to her broken heart
The blank page
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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