A myriad of poems that I wrote for you
Will not stop sadness from coming through,
For my words can't reach the depths of my pain,
But if I didn't write, I'd die insane.
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But there's a hope thanks to my christianity,
That I'll be with you in eternity.
How beautiful, the gift from my heavenly father,
A new life to be lived happily ever after.
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I believe the journey doesn't stop here
In this great story, there's no need to fear,
For I don't think there's ever an ending,
Only a joyful middle and beginning.
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April 2 2015
YOU ARE READING
R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoetryI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
