The Bitterest Of All Hells Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
The Bitterest Of All Hells
I know how it feels, when a day begins
and your heart is not there
to raise you from your knees
in the white kingdom of clouds
where your blonde dream resides
while outside, the rain, the lovely rain falls
heavy, between you and her crying eyes.
I imagine this to be
the bitterest of all hells,
like I've imagined in the past
the dearest heaven to rest
as a kiss, on her red and so soft lips.
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