The Way he is.

The Way he is.

A Poem by PandaPeaceful

The way he wrinkled his nose,
and stared at the sky,
The way he chuckled at my words,
and rose to my high,
The way he nervously touched his hair,
When I kissed him goodbye. 
The way he watched me stay, 
As he went miles away,
The way he called night and day,
when I slowly slipped away.
The way he cried back home,
and screamed at the survivor,
The way he dreamed of us,
and awoke in a delay,
The way he spoke to me,
beyond the grave,
The way he held me,
Tightly--
In memory.


The way I loved him. 

© 2019 PandaPeaceful


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PandaPeaceful
Hope you enjoyed it :)

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imagery, emotion and expression
delivered effectively dear author.

yes.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

PandaPeaceful

3 Years Ago

Much appreciated. Thank you.

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Added on May 30, 2019
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