She's gone. But she still lives in my heart.
Locked away forever. She will never gain release.
Her body,her soul. leaving without warning.
But her memory. forever in my heart.
She's gone. But she still lives in my soul.
A soul torn apart, not by her.
But by another. He mocks me at every turn.
Knowing to well he is breaking up a family.
She's gone. But she still lives in my life.
A home divided but still as one.
It is not the house of love that we once shared.
But it is still our home. A home to 3.
She's gone. But she still lives in my Love.
A love that knows no bounds. No Time frame.
A love that looks at us through 6 year old blue eyes.
A love that I hope to see in her again.
K. When I look into his eyes I see a love that just a few years ago was so strong that it could endure any problems. I see a love that is worth fighting for.
K. When I look into his eyes, I see YOU.
You are my heart, my Soul, my Life, and my Love.
But most of all you are my friend...
I Love you for all times,
T.
Happy Thanksgiving
6 days ago
1 comment:
I'm sorry Robert has shut down his poetry blogs. On the other hand, maybe that means his healing is done. If he was still there, I'd send you over to visit, commiserate. He is a good soul, too.
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