unrequited love (as usual) for Meggie...

she
could have kissed him hard
as a lover
all night it is him that she
thinks of
all days of her life
she entertained the hope that
he would take her away
from her loneliness
she could have done more
than what is necessary
to be with him
she had offered her body
bared her soul
she will die for him
and will give up everything

and so
on that moment her lips landed on his
but his lips are so cold
like rain
so dry like sands in the desert
exactly the opposite of what she is
she is life
and he is death

another stone
where her seed of love
sadly landed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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