I'm Neill, I live in South Africa, I write as a way of coping with my emotions, mostly when I'm down, so apologies if my poems goes a bit over to the dark side some times. I have no training in writing, and I only write what I feel in my heart. I felt like it was time to share some of my work, and hear what more knowledgable people think about it. Any suggestions welcome.
The Passing of love It started in the dead of night As the box dropped, the noose pulled tight His eyes as cold as stone His skin as white as bone As the night grew colder The light in his heart grew older As the candles light came to end The hearse rounds the final bend The tears in his eyes made him choke As the casket lowered, his heart broke Loneliness crept closer in As he realized that, Love was his only sin The rope called “Love”, round his neck choke Is this love, or an evil Joke The night that love died... They said that love is real… They lied.
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