The poison was in the wound
and the wound wouldn't heal
I held her in my arms every night
every day we spent together
The day God took her away
the summer ended for me
Love at 16 can be the biggest
most beautiful thing
But what I did not know
what I did not expect
that day
something froze in me
My years have gone by
I have kept it a secret
but still
I only feel love for those like her
The young skin
the long golden hair
the look in a pair of young eyes
If i just could hold her once again
Forbidden feelings
my body outgrows my mind
The poison is in the wound
and the wound will never heal...
In response to Uncle Ernest
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2 comments:
I'm really impressed by your poems. I think they are beautiful.
I think you have made a very good poem. So sad, so nice.
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