crystal ruth


Death Of A Loved One. - Poem by crystal ruth

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On a cold chilly night
I sat and watched
my one true love
slowly die.

Then falling from the sky
was the first snow fall
just right before
she took her last breath.
She then whispered
her last goodbye
and kissed me once more.

Not a second later
her body went cold,
no heart beat was heard,
and no more life inside her.

The angels have took her
to a better place
where she was given her wings.

(two years later)

Now I sit at her barrier
thinking of I wished
she could of lived.
So, I could hear her voice
one last time and to feel
her kisses against my skin.


Comments about Death Of A Loved One. by crystal ruth

  • Rookie - 127 Points Kirti Sharma (5/28/2014 11:20:00 AM)

    a great poem....
    wonderful.. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 7,500 Points Khairul Ahsan (1/24/2014 8:56:00 PM)

    'So, I could hear her voice
    one last time and to feel
    her kisses against my skin.'
    Sad, but beautiful! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 30,840 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/19/2014 1:12:00 AM)

    true love never die, good one.
    Please read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014



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