Lyretry

My Post (2) (2)

She was cut from another
Never to find
The loss of a lover
A difference in kind

In full control of actions
Her distant wanting look
Concise untold distractions
Another to be mistook

Is there one to behold
From hope to despair
This thing be told
From life, she will bare

An inferno she withstands
For moments to come
Reaching with skeptical hands
Always, never, and done

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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2 Responses to Lyretry

  1. CB Writer says:

    Your poetry inspires me to strive to be a better writer!

    Liked by 1 person

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