Time.

Let the time speak.

Time

I remember the day,

I thought I would be dead.

There was no shoulder to cry,

As she left me to die.

I felt like it’s time,

To leave planet earth unwise.

But now here I am today,

Stronger, better and undead.

Living my life to the fullest,

Without her that once I thought to be impossible.

But still now,

When I wake up in the morning.

I beg to god,

To keep her happy.

And hopping for when I die,

I will thank to god for this beautiful life.

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[OneAmongstMany]

Another great piece! I think real love creates a longing for the other person to be happy and fulfilled, whether we are with them or not, or whether they have drifted past us unaware. It's why we 'beg to god to keep her happy' as you say

[Somu]

Yes it true...thanks for the review.

[Jessica Lima]

I like the message, and how you used the word "undead" in a different context than the one I'm used to.

[Somu]

thanks for the review. :)