the passing poems

Título: the passing poems

Autor: chocolatevamp

Descrição: the passing poems... From the end of my life, i feel the pain, as i see you walk away, away from me, a tear within my eye you see, so caress my lips, in the rain, the note of your move hurts the back of my brain, within my presence you sigh and feign, when we grow, weak and old, the mold of our lives, by a gypsy shall be told, when the futures bland and bleak, enough to make a brave man meek, i talk to you father, with a sly and sleek tongue, to abort the move, or you find my body hung, hung in a tree, by the neck of me, i dare not say this poem, with an ounce of glee, you my love hath hate he, from truth or joke, it makes you choke, from the sickened feeling deep inside you, it makes you whine, it makes you cry, but hearing you cry is contagious and makes me sigh, a sigh of depression, but that is the end of this poem, its the end if this session, but I'll still love you as i promised and said, if this poem is sad, don't let it get to your head. By Brandon Smith for i stay where my body lay, by the corpse of the hung loved one. the pain and sorrow of your passing made me change course. now i lay, cold and lifeless by the remains of my life. the knife so uncaring, the rope around your neck. i will always love you no matter where my head may lay, but the death of thee would be the end of me. our hearts no longer beat, for we shall meet after the passing of the pain to our immortal love forever. By Jessica Noelle Bortolazzo as when our hearts first met, to our true loves first kiss, we both understand that life is bliss, with the absence of you by my side, you would be the one that i would miss, we abide by the law, but some rise against it with a cold hard fist, by the death of me you visit my grave ahead in the mist, about what i love about you i made a list, but kept it secret, secret from the world, secret from the human race, but when i see you again, my lips will caress your face......im sorry that was horrible but yours was great! By Brandon Smith by your grave, i lay in weep, the wounds on my wrists begin to seep. my heart yearns for your love, as pure as a dove, that flies to freedom. as red as a rose, the blood covers the ground, and the tears come. your my one true love, as pure as a dove, that seeks the truth. by your grave, the end of my youth, my spirit seeks yours. i lay in weep, the pain that cut just to deep... by Jessica Noelle Bortolazzo in my grave though my physical body dead and rotten, my hopes that my soul you haven't forgotten, waiting for you on the other side, something deep inside you has died, when you feel the rain come, you would've known that i have cried, cry though as i may do, be it true that i miss you, while my spirit watches over you, some soup for you stomachache, your mother shall brew, by Brandon smith thy never forgotten thee hast thou forgotten me? thy heart stops in mid beat come hither and we'd meet yawnder under the moon thou shall see thee soon hast thou loving heart thy never grown tart though you may be gone thou will see thee at dawn by Jessica Noelle bortolazzo when i see your smile, in my mind i think its all worth while, remembering your hearts true love to me, places a tear in my eye with glee, though my body rots under a tree, decomposable compost though it may be, to make stand tall a beautiful tree, under the sky, as blue as by eye, i let go of all my pains, when i feel you there, when it rains by Brandon smith the sunset is visable to me over yawnder past the tree the blue of your eyes makes me swoon as we lay beneath the moon me heartache for you overwhelms me my cold body by thee our spirits find each-other i feel sorry for my mother my body cold, the blood seeping after i lay weeping by the grave of you do you miss me too? By Jessica Noelle Bortolazzo be it true, that i miss my one true love, the one with the heart as pure as a dove, the thought of you by my tree, makes me cry, as you see, my soul from this dreadful place did forever flee, as you said before, and again ill ask, do you still love me? by Brandon smith an hast thou ask if i love you for i really do i send my love in rain drops for thee is my inspiration and we shall reach our destination of true love's kiss everyday my love grows stronger though longer and longer the days go by then my sigh of relief for in my grief i miss you so much an hast thou ask if i love you for i really do i send my love in rain drops by jessica noelle bortolazzo

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