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come back....

the mandrigals that hold my hands tight to my side
are the ones of a teardrop in the snow
weren't you destined to be my bride
why you went I still don't know

you didn't leave out of hatred
or because of any kind of spite
no, you where there...  dead
and with your leaving soul, you took my light

in fact to say the only one I had got
for my parents abandoned me through my adolesance
and my friends all talk of how there's some bigger plot
and all I can live through is a trance

why did you perish
everything was going so well
no more hugs, not one kiss
just endless, silence...

this is hell

I feel choked
I feel isolated
I feel like somethings been removed from here
I feel like my soul's been penetrated

come back....
come back.... please
this can't be real, this can't be real.
your not dead
you can't be dead


how could I have ever thought of a world without you
I miss you, you can't be dead
my breath's gone dry
my eyes are sore and red
now you're gone, I want to die

come back....
..... please....

Author notes

I'm not very good at writing short poems, so I hope this does the trick

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  • Anarlia
    November 23
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    i h8 this


  • songstress80
    August 16

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    such a sad and painful write. my heart goes out to you and the woman that you lost. when you truely love someone they are always in your heart and they are always with you no matter what. she's still deeply a part of you and never forget that for a second. this was a beautiful and well written piece to dedicate in her memory. great work!

  • Hehe, you call this a short poem. I'd call it 'getting on for a long one'. Interesting. This is certainly not too long.

    One part of this poem was more appropriate than the rest. It was all good, and I liked it, but a few words in there made it a lot sadder. Good job.