I thought I was wrong
When you sat me down and talked to me
I thought I was wrong
When you said you were no longer loving me
I thought I was wrong
I thought I was strong
But my bones aren't built like trees
And my lungs are stung by killer bees
I thought I missed you when you went for a few hours
But now you're beneath more than two towers,
And a dirt plie topped with flowers
from your sobbing mother
and your sobbing father
brother
sister
I thought I was wrong
When you sat me down and talked to me
I thought I was wrong
When you said you were no longer loving me
I thought I was wrong
I thought I was strong
But my bones aren't built like trees
And my lungs are stung by killer bees
Where do rejects go after they sin?
Does heaven let them in or does hell make them win?
I thought I was wrong
When you sat me down and talked to me
I thought I was wrong
When you said you were no longer loving me
I thought I was wrong
I thought I was strong
But my bones aren't built like trees
And my lungs are stung by killer bees
DU LIEST GERADE
In Loving Memory - Dedicated to a Suicide Victim
PoesieThis collection delves into the depths of loss, love, and the complex emotions surrounding the tragic passing of a beloved partner. Through poignant verses and heartfelt reflections, the poems explore themes of grief, remembrance, and the enduring b...
