Done
I've done with romance, it hurts.
Worse than that Champions league defeat
Curse, bitter taste that once was sweet
So many words, whispering hearts
Now shout me down so silent the echo
of lost and found.
My dream smashes, the ocean crashes
Standing solo, so out of reach
Her and the sun on Bournemouth beach.
Done with soul mates that make me cry
More than Brief Encounter or ET; and i
Swear at the silent pain
Promise i won't laugh again
But chuckle at her in disarray
Grabbing my hand for no reason than to stay
And cling so tight to dying ember in the night
That star we wished upon moving now out of sight
Love's epistle sent with fun that makes me weep
-Now that i've done.
poem by Kevin East
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