I sit alone,
Next to the Gravestone.
Flowers and candles fill its surrounding,
Silence filled with my mind pounding.
Why leave me when you know I'd cry?
Why leave me when you know I'd die?
Left a note, but that won't help much,
Why did you never try to keep in touch?
Now my transparent figure sits on my grave,
No one comes because it's too late.
Too late to save my messed up life,
Too late to save someone who's died.
That's why I sit alone,
Next to my Gravestone
Written on the 11-7-2017
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Bright Side
PuisiI love writing random poems, so here I am, posting them because I'd like to hear peoples feedback, so don't be afraid to comment your opinion. Just random incoherent shit from my brain that I try to organize ~started out as a poem book, lead more in...
