Author's Note: Yes, I know, it is slightly strange, but I swear the poem wrote istelf, my hands were just the tools it used.
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Disclaimer: Belive me, if I owned Doctor Who, Billie Piper and David Tennant would never leave. Ever.
A wall
Between two worlds
Between two people
Between two hearts
A void
Sucking greedily
On numerous bodies
Metal and flesh
But not human
You shall not have her
A beach
Endless sand and waves
Heartbreak and pain
Sadness and loss
Love and longing
Tears and goodbyes
A Timelord and a human
The Doctor and a Rose
And Doctors cannot mend everything
And Roses eventually die
Whither and die
Away and goodbye
The Bad Wolf and the Oncoming Storm
And golden sunlight falls to form
A frame around a tearful face
A life of youth that's gone to waste
And electric blue that falls around you
This is not the first goodbye you have said
This is not the first gravestone you have read
Because love and pain are inextricably linked
And that you know, Doctor and that you have seen
But for every goodbye you have said, it doesn't mean
That it hurts all as much as the others you have said.
The Bad Wolf and the Oncoming Storm
A closer friendship has never been formed
And tears and goodbyes can away to the past
But friendships are formed and made to last
And the Wolf and the Storm shall meet again some day
When love and life has flown away
And Time, that fair Lady, trickles on through the streams
Of loveless minds and hopeless dreams.