Lost Love Poem by Michelle Tolly

Truth be told,
nothing can be foretold.
Senses are life,
that cuts like a knife.

Trying to be found,
is like being underground.
You can search for your soul,
but came up with nothing but coal.

Putting up a fight,
only seems right.
Realize what your dream is,
make sure to seal it with a kiss.

Wish I may, wish I might,
or would you rather stay the night.
Please don't put up a fight,
just let me hold you to mornings light.

When love last longer,
it makes the heart beat stronger.
Love makes your world turn,
words (stuck in your throat) makes it burn.