Will you cry if I die, my love, my friend?
Or will my passing go unnoticed, unseen?
Will you remember the life we did spend?
Or will my memory fade like a dream?
My soul is burdened with anxiety's chains,
And depression's dark cloud never seems to lift,
A constant battle that drains and strains,
Leaving me with nothing but a heart adrift.
But if they should win, and I should fall,
Will you weep for me, like the autumn rain?
Or will you forget me, like a forgotten thrall?
And let my memory vanish, like a waning flame?
For though my mind may be troubled and torn,
My love for you burns bright, like the rising morn.
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Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
