I Have Found Her

I Have Found Her short poem

I Have Found Her short poemUploaded by Gee Cee


I have found her,

The woman that haunts my dreams,
In a vacant home with broken beams,
She fixed my life like mending seams,
And made it bright akin polished rims,

I have found her,

In an open road that lead back home,
They killed my hope and broke my bone,
My face was bashed it turned to loam,
At last I smiled I felt my phone,

I did find her,

But it was too late to speak my heart,
She felt the stab of years apart,
What once was love is now a smelly fart,

I have found her,

But she has found a shinier jewel,
With every plea she sees a duel,
I can not fathom why ye so cruel,
My heart goes deep, come dig for fuel,

I won’t find her,

For I’m sick of kindling fire,
While we both know what our hearts desire,
I’m heading back to my lonely shire,
Do not call me even when times are dire

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I am a young writer from Africa (Tanzania) who wishes to go abroad and hope his writing will make him fly.
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