This place no longer feels like home.
When the person in it has moved along.
What am I to do with all these things?
When I find traces of you in all of them.
Till death do us part,
But you left me first.
How selfish of you,
To still demand all my love.
I found the book you left behind,
Found memories of us.
A letter for me,
Beginning with -'if you are reading this, I'm most likely dead.
The first one was our wedding photo,
We both seemed so carefree then
The words written beneath were.
'Let's hold on forever.'
I don't hold it against you,
That you aren't here.
Just- the days seem longer now,
Without you dear.
Your letter ended with
'I love you'
And you asked me to join you soon
So we could rule hell together.
Even in death you make me smile
Just like you did when you were alive
My sweet, my dear, my everything-
I'll join you soon
So we can rule.
I'll hold your hand again.
And wrap you in my embrace.
And even though it sounds lame.
I think you are my soulmate.
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Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
