The End

When the final minute came and killed
The hope that she would change her
Mind, I quickly went to her. She smiled
And opened up her arms, and, finally,
We held each other. Seconds passed.
She said, “You have to let me go. I
Answered, “No, I don't.” She said,
“You do. I'll scream.” “I don't believe
You,” but we drew apart at last, and,
When we did, we saw that tears
Had rolled out of our eyes.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-06 at 14:46

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