I turn stories into poems...


all along the white line
with strained eyes
and a heartache
of the silence
slowly killing
any remnants
of love they had

she thinks of him
that their only choice
is patience
and wonders
how it ever became
so lonely


always there for him
yet now for granted
she is taken
her love
long ago
as life
weaves it’s weary path


she is hoping
for some magic
for fate to twist
towards her longing
he is hoping
it won’t be tragic
and that their kiss
will begin their belonging

Poetry by Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-05 at 00:37

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the way this flows down. Like thoughts emitted in hope0

I like xtory poens. They tell souch. I enjoyes these sad words of hope.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A very enjoyable story/poem it is, both sad and with potential, just like life.