Her warmth heated up my heart,
Though struggle I made me happy.
Now broken of hope and dream.
She begins to turn away from me.
She was the waterfall I climbed,
She was the tear I wept,
She was the vile of my time.
another person I never met.
Heated hearts to say good bye,
struggle, struggle, has seemed to die,
Now broken of hope and dream,
I begin to turn away from me.
This poem was written/submitted by Josh DeL.