HH (12/14/1974 / Siloam Spirings, AR)

Our Love

The gods shed those saline tears
wash my wounds and rinse away fears.
thunderbolts rip through my chest
destroying my heart and all the rest,
a gaping hole rotting in from out.
Leaving nothing else to doubt;
Our love to you was not able
to survive and all I saw was a fable.

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nicely penned ++10 regards anju
great one, read soem of mine maybe you'll like them!
fine penned verses...great...