The Blues Of Passion Poem by Timothy Long

It seems like ive never been closer cause yet your so far away, the pain is crushing but so is your eyes, are you going to kill yourself? No i dont think so, this is crazy, but it might be better if i did, today was slowly better but tomorow is the moonlight of our lives, a writers glaze with a poets soul, a note of the mind, the touch had lost its magic as the line of sin dont see fit, alone never changes, my healing virtue is not my upmost fashion, is my dreading siness, let me cry the
waterfalls of sorrow in a thousand miles to see how far you go, a harlet without measure
The tears still cant spring free trapped inside breaking a ways little by little, the shallowness heaves in my bossom, monsters werent under the bed they were inside the head, a beat didnt belong, my love for any other is done as i cant love with a cheated heart