Do not go willingly to the other side,
Old love should spark and burn for all of eternity;
Surrender; surrender your heart to me.
Though words will not know the pain they cause,
Because their authors have grown cruel and stubborn they
Do not go willingly to the other side.
Weeping widows, cry your last cry, tearing up at
How they left you alone in this world all too soon,
Surrender; surrender your heart to me.
Brave young women who've taken hold,
And learn, too late that they took a life,
Do not go willingly to the other side.
Brave girl, entering life, which sees with hope
Hope will burn your flame and continue desires,
Surrender; Surrender your heart to me.
And you, my old flame, there on your path of shame,
Sad, betrayed, I beg you to love me now, please.
Do not go willingly to the other side.
Surrender; Surrender your heart to me.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoésieA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
