You have forgiven
What I have done to you
Even when living
Was hard to do
You face my wrath
With a bright smile
You would always laugh
And be with me every mile
How could you stand me
With my heart so black
I kept you from being free
Yet you never turned your back
You would always forgive
No matter what I did
With me you choose to live
Even when I make you feel dead
So now I'll try to be nice
As nice as you
You who chose to warm my heart of ice
No matter what I would do
YOU ARE READING
The Death Poems: Collection 3
PoetryMy third collection of poems about death, sin, leaving, unhappiness, etc. I hope everyone likes these as much as the other two collections.
