The words that leave my lips
Shall disappear
Like breath in cold air
Going nowhere
Meaning nothing
These poems into which
We pour our hearts
Other than the smallest few
Shall be lost in endless cyber space
Like billions of trillions of others
The loves that we swear eternally
Can last no longer than lovers' lives
It shall be negated by death
Other than to an unknown
And unknowing energy
By Phil Roberts
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
The words that leave my lips
Shall disappear
Like breath in cold air
Going nowhere
Meaning nothing
These poems into which
We pour our hearts
Other than the smallest few
Shall be lost in endless cyber space
Like billions of trillions of others
The loves that we swear eternally
Can last no longer than lovers' lives
It shall be negated by death
Other than to an unknown
And unknowing energy
By Phil Roberts
