A friend of mine was gone too soon
But really I couldn't keep the date in mind
To ask them for the date an issue to avoid
For death leaves a foul taste in the mouth
The whispers of death still lingers behind
the chocking sobs of loved ones trying to keep a brave face
How could I be bold to ask
When all this while I was too sad to think
The whispers of death leave a stench that doesn't come off easily with time
They say time heals but the death of a loved one is forever a stake in heart
The whispers of death Still leaves a scent behind
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Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
