And the Tale Doesn’t End Here
Poetry of moving on.
Published in
May 30, 2024
I wrote this back in 2020, right when I struggled to move on in life.
The tale doesn’t end here.
I might be alone, I might seem weak,
but with you gone, I have nothing to fear,
and the tale doesn’t end here.
A shallow heart, your sight so leer,
so fragile you tore me apart.
My shattered love was crimson clear,
and the tale doesn’t end here.
No more messes with the armour I wear,
but I owe you for the lessons so far.
I have shed my dark with every tear,
and the tale doesn’t end here.
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