Etched In Ink

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Other days will come,

and your in the dust of my heart.

As the letters, are etched in ink ...

Of my memories, the beautiful spring ...

As the anguish of the storm,

separates all that was-

everything we've been.

Buried love ... vanished,

awakened by the cold fury.

Because nothing is burning in your veins.

We could not find each other in time...

If ever your heart stops... or it misses a beat,

then we will know we are in the place, we first met.

Time does not distinguish between my hands,

because while there is love, life haunts us-

until the end ...

Your dream rests in my dreams...

your heart suddenly decided my path.

So no matter what I do, you'll never come back.

And there, I knew I felt a deep pain.

As if my shadowed soul drifts alone in the night ...

Weeping your name...

True lovers have no end or death.

And your in the dust of my heart.

As the letters are etched, 

your name is engraved...

As letters etched in ink.

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

So agree and often say death is not the end only the pause between the kiss goodnight and first embrace of morning. Love the way you held love in dreams as do we not all say you hold my heart and mean in your hands rest I never let me fall for without your strength I am lost. Beautiful poem and hopefully one day we will get around to that collab poem. ~ Shadow

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very nicely done
enjoyable read

[Jae]

simple. and lovely.

~Rem

[VelvetRosetta]

Frank ty so much I am glad you enjoyed my writings =)

[Frank F. Atanacio]

another simply fantastic write