"I fall asleep crying,
wake up dying,
Never smiling,
Since you left.
Sometimes I ponder,
About the goodbye,
How it never came,
How you had to die.
Even in my thoughts.
Such an unfair way.
About the letter,
I never sent.
The words I couldn't say.
Death put on his hunting booths,
Was ready to slay.
I told you to run,
You wanted to stay.
I cannot see brown eyes anymore.
They remind me of the stag,
Of how it died,
He couldn't run away."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
