Hanging from the gallows,
for reasons need not known,
Mine eyes still see
Her true beauty
In her I find my home.
Gentle breeze doth make me sway,
I hear the gallows creak,
And in my mind
I seem to find
Her voice; She gently weeps.
Don't cry for me my gentle love,
I still am here with thee.
Her eyes let down,
Tears to the ground,
As if to christen me.
I still remain here with you now,
watching as you cry.
But in your head
I remain dead
Until the day you die.
Author notes
My favorite poet is Jim Morrison.
Written May 9th, 2005
A contest entry
- Make me Cry or very Sad!! by Laugh while Dying.
300 points, ended May 16, 2005, 15 entries
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