he was already dead to you, but now you're standing in front of his grave
feeling like you've been punched in the face
death is here, death is there
and when it strikes it leaves you with despair
and what-ifs
what if
you had never let him fall from that cliff. what if
you had comforted him when it was rough. what if
you'd never fallen out of love
when he was still in love. what if
you had never broken his heart. what if
you had come back that day. what if
you hadn't made him pay. what if
you'd seen him one last time. what if
he hadn't climbed. what if
you'd noticed he was in pain. what if
you'd stopped him from drinking champagne. what if
what if. what if.
what if he was still here?
you'd die to go back in time
both your hands intertwined
you'd die to just have him around
and you wouldn't let him go this time around
you'd die to smell his cologne
to hear his angelic voice through your phone
for one last time
too late!
too late, he's gone and you're standing in front of his grave
death punching you in the face
you do well know, death is here, death is there
it's inevitable
and when it strikes it leaves you with despair
it's unavoidable
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late night thoughts
Poetry'late night thoughts' is a collection of poems about every thoughts that kept me up at night at a point in my life. huge shout out to the people who will relate to my poems. you're not struggling alone ❤️ TW: contains references to mental health, h...
