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I stare at the stars
distressed, distraught
but he doesn't come to comfort me
Oh death, you are much like my beloved.
With eyes as red as a crimson rose
looking like a dark storm cloud
who refuses to ease my aching soul
Oh death, you are much like my beloved.
Your ways are too cruel
my soft heart is pierced
and tears of blood stream down my cheeks
Oh death, you are much like my beloved.
Promise of love made in passion
kept but in such a strange fashion
you leave me wondering day and night
Oh death, you are much like my beloved.
I stare at the stars
distressed, distraught
but he doesn't come to comfort me
Oh death, you are much like my beloved.
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For the Dead and the Dying ✓
PoetryA collection of poetry on death, dying, healing from loss and bearing it throughout your life. Poems written for all those destined to die by one whose fate is just the same. *** Started: 1/01/2023 Ended: 29/07/2023
