how odd is it
peoples minds work in different ways
imagining worlds other than our own
thinking of ways they can love and hate another
but me?
i can see your death behind closed eyelids
your blood staining my fingertips
pulse slowing
heartbeat failing
clover eyes dying
how sick am i?
tears stick to my lashes
every night
you
you
you
i dont want this
i want to stop
i want to love you
and for you in return
i dont want to see death
everytime the sun sets
and my eyes close
i dont want to see your body
lying still on the pavement
clouds hiding the sun
while my eyes are crying more than the sky ever did
"i dont want to live anymore"
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Sparrows Song
Poetryshort stories and poems for when the night is old and the day is dark
