GONE

Posted bySolomonPosted inDeep Poetry, PoetryTags:

If ever you woke

And I were gone,

Let these words I mould

Take you through the “journey”, so called.

I hope the truth you see so bold.

And the pain you feel so cold.

I hope my story stays untold.

And my zeal for you pure as gold.

I’d kill my soul

If ever you woke

And I were gone

Solomon

Published by Solomon

I write to get a better understanding of the world, why we feel the way we feel and how we can channel our emotions to achieve greater stories

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