Poem Lover died.
Yes he did,
He passed peacefully.
I want this final end poem for him,
Because I still love him,
And we went one again just days ago.
Took me a second to realize that we think alike.
When it happened I stepped back,
And told him,
Poems will be back soon.
But his pretense is in these poems,
Should be tiny,
Because these are about my understandings,
I’m the Poem Fish after all.
Not one that loves poems,
Like Poem Lover does.
I’m on the fence about poetry.
No love nor hate.
But maybe I feel nothing,
Just a paltry puppet,
That the Poem Love pulls the strings on.
I’m a puppet that cries with a command.
Poem Lover got 10 books about Christ.
With loads of funny stuff.
That is enough.
New concepts come with Vampire.
And Poem Fish will describe best she can.