Love May Come, Love May Go
(Prose)
By: Christopher
Tears consume thy face like waves coat the ocean surface. Flowing, crashing against the lids of eyes looking in the face of sorrow. Dreams consume thy mind like a cloud of smog leaving the towers of factories world wide. Choking on the thoughts of you, I take this pill. It cures the hollow spot where a lovers organ once stood. Looking down I take the last breath tired lungs take, the last beat a crippled heart beats, the last glance burning eyes capture, a picture trapped in time, a picture that captures a beautiful moment, a beautiful moment where two hearts join creating the most precious piece ones life can obtain, love.
I converted this into this poem style after writing the prose.
Love May Come, Love May Go
By: Christopher
Tears consume my face like waves on a race against time.
Flowing, crashing, against the lids of eyes looking up at sorrow.
Choking on the thoughts of you I ponder,
Could this have happened for a reason?
Is their a secret truth that lies behind the actions of the present?
Dreams consume thy mind as if they were on a mission from a higher power.
Sending their message to the world through my body,
There message repeats…
“Love may come,
And love may go,
But in the end,
A torn heart will grow.
Time it takes to cure such sorrow.
The empty void where a heart once beat,
The withered lungs that took deep breaths,
All can cure if time is taken.”
Walking down these city streets
Looking for those who truly seek.
Taking time I stop and speak.
Love may come,
And love may go,
But in the end,
A torn heart will grow…
(Prose)
By: Christopher
Tears consume thy face like waves coat the ocean surface. Flowing, crashing against the lids of eyes looking in the face of sorrow. Dreams consume thy mind like a cloud of smog leaving the towers of factories world wide. Choking on the thoughts of you, I take this pill. It cures the hollow spot where a lovers organ once stood. Looking down I take the last breath tired lungs take, the last beat a crippled heart beats, the last glance burning eyes capture, a picture trapped in time, a picture that captures a beautiful moment, a beautiful moment where two hearts join creating the most precious piece ones life can obtain, love.
I converted this into this poem style after writing the prose.
Love May Come, Love May Go
By: Christopher
Tears consume my face like waves on a race against time.
Flowing, crashing, against the lids of eyes looking up at sorrow.
Choking on the thoughts of you I ponder,
Could this have happened for a reason?
Is their a secret truth that lies behind the actions of the present?
Dreams consume thy mind as if they were on a mission from a higher power.
Sending their message to the world through my body,
There message repeats…
“Love may come,
And love may go,
But in the end,
A torn heart will grow.
Time it takes to cure such sorrow.
The empty void where a heart once beat,
The withered lungs that took deep breaths,
All can cure if time is taken.”
Walking down these city streets
Looking for those who truly seek.
Taking time I stop and speak.
Love may come,
And love may go,
But in the end,
A torn heart will grow…
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