Gone Poem by Reye Binst
Gone
A dropp of blood slid from petals soft of crimson hue,
Lax hands loose thorny bodies of exquisite vegetation;
Clear rain fall down upon ivory white softness...
I am unbound.
My grief is immeasurable
My tears... endless,
I stare at an empty shell of the one I love,
one soul lighter.
The bitter poison of hate,
or what I thought was hate...
destroyed the one thing I cannot...
would not...
let go.
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