To Love You The Best Wouldn't Be Too Hard...
Four pills for the dizziness
And two more for the pain.
Crawl to bed, rest my head
Where death has always lain.
He holds my dreams in hand
As the fog corrodes my mind.
Those he keeps while I weep -
He’s always been that kind.
He keeps the nightmares away
As he gently strokes my head.
He’s wrought with woe for he knows
That by tomorrow, I’ll be dead.
He grabs my fingers softly
And finds them to be cold.
He stifles his cries but still he sighs
The stories happiness has told.
My heartbeat is a metronome
And he is counting it away.
This grim role breaks his soul,
But he knows I could not stay.
He kisses my lips that have paled
And takes the soul from my chest.
He holds it near, he holds it dear -
“I have always loved you the best”
I know not where we’re going,
but we are going together.
I kiss his cheek, I cannot speak,
and he promises me, “forever”.
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Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart
PoesíaJust some thoughts and poems and things that spill freely from the techno-coloured abyss of my mind. Enjoy...
