Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2016
What remains of you now is just a ghost
Love lies in a dormant state
Time robber, you fill my heart the most
For the time since you left, your presence lingers
You are cold and pale,
And your ashes of hair slips right through my fingers
Once a river full of love, dried sorrow now just an endless drought
But what once was, and your picture in my head
Your body, your soul, drools straight through and from my mouth
The scent still enticing and alive
Your eyes seep threw me dead still with a shine
You're close, yet far away in your shell comfortably blind
Sweet amore, how I could hold you and once again you'd be mine
Frankie Gestone
Written by
Frankie Gestone  36/M/Brooklyn
(36/M/Brooklyn)   
  820
   Jamadhi Verse and Rapunzoll
Please log in to view and add comments on poems