"apocalypic" poems
He looked down at the old town
As he stood atop the hill
He looked down at his home
And he knew it was over
She looked over at him
A single tear rolled down his face
She stood next to him and took his hand
And she could feel him start to shake
Sure, the world was ending
But, at least, they had each other
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC