October 30th
I just wrote this.. when i write poetry i dont know it randomly comes out of nowhere... here it is
October 30th
The day in which my soul fears
A day of hurt,
That I choose not to bear
I miss her so
Only if I could have knocked on that door a few seconds earlier
In the afternoon
Everything was all right
But that all changed
When it hit night
Tears overflowed our bodies
Heat reached our souls
The only thing we had
Was the tenderness of someone near
At first we had some comfort that she would live
But more news had come
Her pure white soul had floated to heaven
And still day to day
I miss even more
And I would hate to live the day
That brought us near.
October 30th
The day in which my soul fears
A day of hurt,
That I choose not to bear
I miss her so
Only if I could have knocked on that door a few seconds earlier
In the afternoon
Everything was all right
But that all changed
When it hit night
Tears overflowed our bodies
Heat reached our souls
The only thing we had
Was the tenderness of someone near
At first we had some comfort that she would live
But more news had come
Her pure white soul had floated to heaven
And still day to day
I miss even more
And I would hate to live the day
That brought us near.