As the setting sun paints the world a deep red,
I thank my luck, for you’re the best that I had.
Those golden curls frame your face so pretty
sitting together- we watch the night fall on the city.
Your deep brown eyes shine so bright
making the stars above pale in their light.
I reach out to caress your soft, wan skin
but you fade away, not letting me in.
Your touch I can’t feel,
your love, somehow, isn’t real.
I shrug, fighting a rising wave of fear
when I reach out, and you’re not there.
The burning pain in my heart
suddenly makes the dream fall apart,
and as I try to rise up and see,
the gushing blood gets the better of me.
The world’s burnt up in a smoky haze
as I struggle to work my way out of this maze
of living, breathing souls, just about to die -
a sight so terrible, it makes me cry.
I stumble and fall, see you in tears
so far away, the news confirms your fears.
“The battle takes another” the T.V did claim
making you rush and grab that photo frame.
Everything’s so silent when I wake again,
I’m at peace now, there’s no more pain.
I miss you, honey, I miss your love
but I’m so far away, so high above.
Happy together, we were, two smitten souls
but alas, this love can’t mend bullet holes.
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