Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Beating Heart ❯ Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

The sound of your goodbye still chimes in my soul

Like the beating heart.

 

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”,

and these words were spoken unto the men, as I speak them now,

“Let he who is without love be the first critic, the first since your departure.”

 

And as this is our last goodbye, I say, with no intent to rhyme,

That without you I'll die.

 

An as the sound of you goodbye still beats on, our hearts were still one

Through this song.