Where are you?
I can't let you go,
Not yet
I need to tell you
All the things I couldn't tell,
I need to write poetry for you,
To meet you and finally
Watch you in the eyes
And live all the times I couldn't
By your side
But you're not here,
You're somewhere else,
Living your best days
And I can only be happy
For you are finally living.
It doesn't matter if I die
For I see you being alive
For the the first time in your life.
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Melancholia
PoëzieMelancholia • A mental condition characterized by great depression of spirits and gloomy forebodings.