She Was/He Was Poem by L.L. COLLINS

She Was/He Was



She was sipping on her last
Five minutes of sanity,
Watching a new love
Pack his things and leave……….
He was so far, but so close
So in and out of reach
Bouncing hearts hopelessly
Living love so dangerously……..
She was slowly slipping away
Never the same as yesterday,
Over and over she erased
But never could she replace.
He was rotten to the core
Saddest thing you ever seen before,
Trying hard to ignore
The hearts lust for more.

They were made for each other
Lovers meant to be together,
Traveling hearts lead to trouble
The wide world won’t find another.
Separate places, separate times
Far astray loves design,
Though it seems you’re always crying
Only searcher will ever find.

She was sick and tired
Of being sick and tired,
Fore they had all promised her love
and they all had been liars…………
He was so complete
With so many broken links,
He hasn’t been the same
Since he let love be………
She had tried to be patient
Steady waiting and wasting
While his unappreciations
Filled her diary pages………..
He was always alone
Just barely holding on,
In and out of broken homes
Ain’t nobodies Mr. Jones………….

They were made for each other
Lovers meant to be together,
Traveling hearts lead to trouble
The wide world won’t find another.
Separate places, separate times
Far astray loves design,
Though it seems you’re always crying
Only searcher will ever find.

She had tears on her finger tips
But touches sweet as gold,
Fore love had warm heart
And love had left it cold……..
He was still living lies
Smiling through starving eyes,
Sleeping on grand the rise
And losing his mind……….
She was all he could see
For ten thousand feet
Stretching for her reach
Yearning for her deep………
He was more than she could trust
So in and out of lust,
To miss him so much
Was Love worth the rush……..

They were made for each other
Lovers meant to be together,
Traveling hearts lead to trouble
The wide world won’t find another.
Separate places, separate times
Far astray loves design,
Though it seems you’re always crying
Only searcher will ever find.

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