The Sweetest Thing

i have a hour
that you may borrow
or if you choose
you may keep it
at one with love
at one with grief

shall we walk where
the light has quite
gone out of earthly skies
to stir the dreaming
shadows lonely against
the stars

another hour? an hour to wait
as the world about
me lay silent
as i grow cold
and that sounds
like goodbye

love is pain
and broken dreams
and yet is still
the sweetest thing

the most beautiful
thing hurt the most
broken flowers buried
in graves tragedy
calls and we are the same

i lost you
i don’t know
if i can ever
be happy again

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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