Farewell to a dead love

       The grief overwhelms
       in the dark of the night
       a pair of eyes in tears inyected
       and a heart has been rejected.

              The time has stopped frozen
              the crowd runs, steps are fast  and go too far.
              Their heartbeats could be the last
              as time never goes by and life, my truly death,
              might be nearby.
              There's no will to continue, there's no chance to give you.

Battle is lost, love is bathed in poison
tears heal and memories are never gone.
Love could have been real and all my wounded healed.
Love comes as happiness and enchantes you
until it rips you apart and covered in blood
will be your heart,

               


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Dead Night

 Alive is night,
 the path's so empty
 the breeze blows
 and before her knees he bows.

      There's a frozen body
       no one can see it,
       no one can feel it.
       Alone he is,
       cuddled in the cold wind
       in the dead night.

       Trees move side to side
        the silence breaks violently
        alone he is, alone he will be,
        he's begging his loneliness
         to let him be free.

                 Thoughts invade his mind
                 memories he's trying to find
                 but all he can get
                 is the loneliness he clings.

                "Love will turn up", he says to survive
                 the cold is a warrior
                 which has decided not to die.
                 Love could be here, covering his grief
                 but it never comes so he's starting to die
                 in the middle of the dead night.
                 

       
             
     
      If I could just tell you there's someone hidden waiting for you to realise love has come to you. I cannot tell you my love because of the distance putting us apart. I only have this little poem that will come to you no matter where you are or how far you are. I love you!

Andrew Lawrence.

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Adiós a un amor muerto

La pena abruma
en la penumbra de la noche,
un par de ojos anegados
y un corazón rechazado.

                                   El tiempo se ha detenido,
                                        el gentío corre,se abalanza y a pasos rápidos anda,
                                                como si fueran sus últimos latidos.
                                                     El tiempo no pasa, la vida mi fiel verduga
                                                           no hay voluntad de seguir, no hay duda alguna.

La batalla perdí, el amor es venenoso
las lágrimas limpian pero los recuerdos son penosos.
No habré de arriesgarme más, la muerte está en todos lados
disimula su encanto y si te descuidas, el corazón de sangre tendrás manchado.

    "La noche más feliz se puede convertir en el peor de los calvarios en un abrir y cerrar de ojo"

Escrito por A.R Meyer

Narrativa Argentina 2015

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