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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Tragedy · #2329362
I think we love to love, but I think we shouldn't. What do you think?
HANGING LIFE
On the day you landed in my life,
Like an open fire, in my cold night,
You warmed my heart,
That was frozen and cold,
You lighted my world,
My world, which was rooted in darkness

You become my pulse,
The sword, slaying any gloominess,
The moon become bright in my night,
Harboring my emotion from the destructive waves,
My body soaked in your happiness,
The lost heartbeat seem to find some frequency

I promised to hold you, even in my deathbed,
But you croaked, in my hands!
Buried six feet deep, by my hands!
The ground, hiding your smile,
Leaving only the headstone to hug me,
Only the owls howl, ringing on my ears,
My world is quiet again!

Now on my knee, kneeling on your grave,
Tears streaming my puffy cheeks, that you made,
Breaking down like lost lamb,
Please! , Can you take me with you?
You lost your life,
And I, my reason to live is gone,
Forgive me, for my foolishness,
For am fulfilling my promise,
I’m dying at you grave,
Let’s meet underworld!
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