Waves of despair wash over me
as I watch your skin turn grey
I wait for you to wake up
to tell me I'm dreaming.
but, really, you're gone.
I won't ever see you smile again
won't hear the scolding in your voice
I may not even see your grave,
If you get one.
I know that we have to leave you now
but my heart couldn't bear to leave you here.
Not alone, though you're already cold with death.
The colour has drained from your skin,
an ashy colour, a cruel reminder,
that life's fire has been put out for you
that you wont open your eyes again.
[A/N]
I'm still getting the hang over wattpad's formats, bear with me.
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~ Poetry Book ~
شِعر⚠️these poems cover sensitive topics, such as character death.⚠️ they are meant to be sad. this is a warning, so don't get mad at me if you get upset by the nature of these poems. you have been warned.
