Suicidal lovers 2

A poem I started writing in boredom about my muse n ppl liked it so much I decided to redo it.

They say parting ways is such sweet sorrow, it wasn't for me, I knew I would see you in a distant tomorrow.

When someone died It brought such grieving, I loved you and was sorry I was leaving.

You never did hold me never spoke my name, but you were sexy and I loved you all the same.

I knew I was dieing by my own hand, I said don't cry for me I'd see you in some distant land.

Then as I pushed that knife in deep, I felt your touch and heard you weep. Now here I sit next to gods throne, I listen to the Angles beautiful tone.

As I look up I do see, my sweetest friend comeing back to me.

I asked you how your life did end, you said it was suicide, you missed you dearest lover and friend.

Author's Note

This is about my muse who hates me.