LOST LOVER
FAITHE HALTTE
By ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZPublished 4 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

I, a person I never thought you would abuse
An option I never thought I would lose
The sound of your name is now something I
Furiously
Loudly refuse to hear
The light I carried before
Has now been burned by a raging fear
The life I previously lived
Has now been forever derived
There Is nothing left
Only a lost lover,
Only a hellfire
Which commenced on the bed
That Is where the ashes lay
They remind me of when you went away
Like fall in Florida, you came then
Escaped.
About the Creator
ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZ
Poetry that tingles your fingertips and sizzle's your veins through heavenly pain.
SHE/THEY - CUBAN - 24




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