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When death
takes my hand,
I will hold you with the other
and promise to find you
in every lifetime

-commitment


On a quiet, rainy day,
In the early start of May.
My dear mother laid still,
In a coffin made of steel.

And I wept, and cried,
Because she died.
The only one I had,
While everything was bad.

A girl like me,
Could never be.
A mother's love I missed already,
For all this pain I was not ready.

And all that I had gotten,
Was way too rotten.
Silver, Money and gold,
It all felt so cold.

But in the back,
There she sat.
A girl to me unknown,
Stared with a frown.

And while I to her walked,
She hasn't talked.
I asked her "why are you here?"
But it seemed she didn't hear.

Her skin looked so clear,
And down her face rolled a tear.
Her hair long and black,
Standing with a straight back.

"I'm sorry for your loss" she said,
And next to her I sat.
With a quiet breath,
We mourned the sad death.

I looked at her eyes,
Which were like the skies.
And other I couldn't see,
Only her beauty like the sea.

Then day after day we met,
And sat on the ground wet.
At night the stars we would count,
I would enjoy my love new found.

To touch her many times I tried,
But my hands were like tied.
She looked just like a dime,
And I wanted her to be mine.

I asked her if my love she shared,
But to shake her head she only dared.
"Why? Is there anything I did?",
Then among the trees she hid.

I thought and thought, day and night,
But my head did not get it right.
If her heart I couldn't get,
I was as good as dead.

And to my wrist a knife I held,
But couldn't do it myself.
When it sliced my skin I hissed,
But the courage I missed.

I was such a fool,
Sat in a bloody pool.
There was left only one thing,
To drown myself and sink.

I felt like a ghost,
My only love I lost.
So next to the river I stand,
With an empty hand.

Left only to believe,
That my love will never leave.
When I get to the other side,
I will sink with hand full of sand.

My mother dear I would meet,
And the girl I like won't take me for meat.
I wonder if somewhere in heaven,
I would remember the name Heather.

Would we be together,
To me it doesn't matter.
Dead or alive,
Will you meet me at the other side?


Author's note
Please let me know what you think in the comments <3
Bye from me! :P


P.S.
This is a one shot.

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