My hands rests on the table...
as i remember the days i was able,
able to sit here and speak my voice,
a voice you with listen too at your own choice.
i didnt ask you to stay....
yet you never went away....
i never told you i loved you....
yet those feelings were above true....
Now i rest my hands on the table....
where i used to be able....
able to hold your hand for hours,
talking about the sky, and the beautiful flowers...
i miss thedays where the sun shined off the window pane...
i miss the days when you made me feel sane....
i miss the days where we were together...
on the inside i knew we would be together forever.
and now i sit as my hand rests on the table....
i sit here where i used to be able....
Able to breathe,
able to see....
but now here sits my body dead...
listen to the words i said.
Her hand rest beside mine...
i told her everything would be fine....
Fire rose around our house,
i told her there was no way out...
so we sat there where we knew we were able.....
able to rest our hands on the table....
the last few moments before we parted the earth,
a new feeling rose to rebirth....
I was about to tell you what you truly ment to me,
i was about to tell you i thought we were ment to be....
but then our life line snapped like a cable.......
as our hands..... rested on the table
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
Baby dont go.... Please dont Leave me....
ПоэзияLosing a true love.... and watching her last breath.... theres nothing like it i promise you.... dont try to act like you understand.... read the poem and youll MAYBE understand what it feels like... maybe....
