The Death of a Dream Girl, a Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

My broken heart was all I felt
When my dear lady stole my life
With eyes of green, and sunlit smile
and golden hair that mesmerized

For she was once this poet’s rose
That cut right through my shadowed soul
But in that moment, lost in time
When all we felt just seemed so right
A darkness came and stole her heart
And left her poet,all alone

So as I stand with my heart bared
With blood stained roses, lying dead
With all her words layed in my head
I shed my blood for what I had

For she was once what I would call
The lady who had saved my soul
When all had failed and tears would fall
She was the one to hold me close

And as she whispered in my ear
Of all the times that she’d be there
I felt a knot grow in my chest
and made it hard to breathe again
So as I stand to say goodbye
And feel the tears run from my eyes
I think of all the love we shared
And all the thing’s we ‘d never have

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron