She laid on her back staring at the ceiling
As thought of death runs through her mind
She whispered its name under her breath
Murmuring and picturing her departure
Every night she flood her bed with tears and drench her couch with her weeping
Her eyes waste away because of her grief
Her hopes and wishes were the only things she clinched unto
Growing weak each day
She fought death but death fought back
I watched her grasped her last breathe
As she smiled and murmured "till we meet again"
Awwww
ReplyDeleteNice piece.
ReplyDeletewow... touching
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Deletenice piece but wat was missing is *rhyme*
ReplyDeleteWell noted Boss
DeleteRhyme is good dear but it takes nothing from a beautiful piece .
DeleteU are wonderful... nice
ReplyDeleteIt is a beautiful piece .touching
ReplyDeleteAwww, she died?
ReplyDeleteSadly, yes
DeleteWORD....it's soo touching
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DeleteIt's so real. It carries this naturalness which is only characteristic of a good piece. Well done.
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DeleteBeautiful piece
ReplyDeleteAweeome poet
ReplyDeleteDamn,it was beautifully executed dear. So touching
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DeleteWords very expressive. Well done
ReplyDeleteThanks Boss
DeleteWords very expressive. Well done
ReplyDeleteOh so she died😰😰😢😢ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
ReplyDeleteYes, the sad end
Deleteawwwwwww
ReplyDeleteHmmm
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