Oh sweet funeral bell
I can't help but know you well
Hush now the dead are sleeping
And the weary are always weeping
Lover, I've got nothing left to give
Each day it gets harder to live
Without your smile so bright and wide
Without you laying by my side
Was I ripped off from fate's weaving?
My prayers didn't stop you leaving
Do you hear my sobs in the night?
Without you, nothing is right
I know there was no prevention
To your slow and painful ascension
I wish there was something I could've done
But ours was a battle never to be won
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My Thoughts
PoetryHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
