I still hear your footsteps,
Your sweet sound.
I still catch a glimpse of you,
As I look around.
I didn't want you to go,
I never wanted you to die.
But your suffering was worse,
It was your time.
My heart said not to let go,
But my brain knew of your pain.
And looking into your eyes,
I could see your physical strain.
But you were so young,
Too young to get taken away.
You were so young,
But death doesn't care about age.
Your existence meant so much,
So many things we'd share.
And even though you couldn't say it,
I know that you care.
I'm sorry this happened to you.
I would've taken it if it was up to me.
I will always love you dear,
My wonderful Zimmy.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've written to express myself. All of these are 100% original, and if I have copied anything, I am completely unaware of it, so feel free to let me know. It should be mentioned that all of these poems are depressing, and some...
