My Writing: When Poetry Appear

Okay, like I mention before I am not a poet. But when an idea takes form into a poem, I won’t hesitate to write it down.  It’s a work in progress and a rough draft, which I will rewrite for a later post.

His Memories

She waited for him throughout time

As the months flew by

With no sign of her love in sight

She realizes now, it’s time to take flight

As his memories fades into the night

With a heavy heart she shows

no sign of a broken heart

Nor the tears she cried each night.

For he is now a memory 

©V.ROSE DEMET ™2016

I am doing something different with my photo shot. I might keep on adding poems. But never know with me. 

 

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