#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone
I never dream of how we begone
to see our future skies
and the kite flys with an eyes
o! love and patience we care
we ought to see the fear
and the next thing we be glad
our dreams long stand
which we always stare
even when I cry I fear
for me not to be drawn
so I bring you the long drone
your love is my weakness
and your smile is my silence
so may I love forever with kindness
we stand together
our future much stronger
if we fight together.
© The poem boy, BARRISTER J MONEY