You lye there stiff and frozen
The venom of our laughter forces you to lye there broken
There's nothing for your dead eyes to set upon
You took your last breath, now you're gone
Your eyes rolled shut
Right in half my heart was cut
And the only thing left
Is the pain in my soul that has left me bereft
All I'm looking for now
Is for someone to allow
To allow for my heart to be reborn
On my rose you are my thorn
And where it lyes
Is where your mourners cry
|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list





