Death stole my only love,
It didn't let me say goodbye.
So in this world that killed you,
I sit alone and cry.
A pointless event, that often does occur,
It stole my only love
I say for death there is no cure.
Your big brown eyes I still so often see.
But now you're gone and all that's left is me.
But I will not abandon hope,
I will endure this pain,
I will survive in this cruel world,
Alone and full of vain.
So when I leave this filthy place
With enemies and hate,
I will unite with you my love,
For that is our fate....
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Poetry
PoetrySometimes people cannot really explain what they feel and sometimes it harder to show it. To me and my friends; it easier to write down in paper and rhymes to show it, our true emotion from the inside out.
