Death.
My Unwanted Lover
I know him by name
and I've seen all his faces
as beautiful as they are
they always remined me of a time
when it wasn't worth living
and breathing was replaced by grieving
He was my closest friend
and he understood me because we shared the same feelings
he told me he wanted what I wanted
when I was born he held me in his arms
whispering promises to me
telling me of all times that he would visit me
but I could never remember
Since I was born my life was promised to him
that he would be the death of me
I wish I would have known that he was never my lover
but the grief in so many others
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
Death.
My Unwanted Lover
I know him by name
and I've seen all his faces
as beautiful as they are
they always remined me of a time
when it wasn't worth living
and breathing was replaced by grieving
He was my closest friend
and he understood me because we shared the same feelings
he told me he wanted what I wanted
when I was born he held me in his arms
whispering promises to me
telling me of all times that he would visit me
but I could never remember
Since I was born my life was promised to him
that he would be the death of me
I wish I would have known that he was never my lover
but the grief in so many others
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