Page 33 - Sounds of Love - Poetry Antology XI-6

they would never see inside this house again

reaching up on your ragged closet, I was hoping
nothing

not even a second, I was taken aback

seeing your jacket, your shirt, your jeans

nothing coloured black, like you always wanted i to
look up to you

I assure you, no one or nothing, could ever
compare to you

but today, the sky is grey

maybe, it is because of your sincere white soul that
fly up to the sky today

but, unlikely, the coffin you`re in, is still black

I choose you some black rose`s too

you look peaceful, cold and pale

lying down, holding your black rose`s

and all i can do, is saying my last goodbye.

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