Why live when we'd still die?
Of course, you would miss the cold air breeze, and the coffee in the morning. You would miss the sunsets in the sky. You would never see beautiful eyes again, Not In a field you would lie.
You’d miss the ocean and the sea, you'd miss the maples falling in fall, and the winter in december, somehow you cannot remember.
You'd miss the laughter of your friends, you'd miss the happiness in their smile, If you'd be gone, it isn’t for a while. But distances and miles.
You'd miss life, If you'd forget breathing air.
Then Why do you want to Die When you still can live?
Is it the pain, Is it the pain. Is it the pain you wanna die? But not you yourself?
YOU ARE READING
douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
