Philosophy of a dead love

S.O.

When the love ends..
and the life downstairs…
and the world unfair…
and all days nightmare…
When the  eyes rain…
blood in veins  just pain…
and you seem to die
asking yourself “WHY?”…

Just remember days…
and his strong embrace…
tender piggy flies…
going extra miles…
and his silly jokes…
frank and candid talks…
gentle manly hands…
SMILES of all those days…

And his sparkling eyes…
That all never dies!


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Perfectly poem. Handsome. I don't no what to say yet. Poem I'm very like)
Hello^)

Владимир Назарук   19.07.2010 00:10     Заявить о нарушении
Don't miss on him, that he was missed on you

Владимир Назарук   19.07.2010 00:15   Заявить о нарушении
Thx Volodya!!!
I'm very glad to hear from you! You know, it's not only the poem,
this is a sparkling piece of my life that disappeared as quickly as showed up :) It's me in every line :) I'm happy you liked it!!

Hope to see ya here again ;)

Наталья Мариина   20.07.2010 00:44   Заявить о нарушении
You are see me again and again, and again^)

Владимир Назарук   21.07.2010 09:09   Заявить о нарушении