To my funeral, wear a dress of red
Please, in lieu of a black one stark and plain
display one last time your beauty, instead
Of concentrating solely on your pain
The best and sweetest moments in my life
Carry with them the highest price of all
It's agony to see you face such strife
I must end this torture once and for all
I dread the ghosts which doggedly hound me
I can no longer bear the sullen weight
Of my past decisions. I must be free
of it, it is past time to face my fate
To my funeral, wear a dress of red
Show your love for me, now that I am....
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
To my funeral, wear a dress of red
Please, in lieu of a black one stark and plain
display one last time your beauty, instead
Of concentrating solely on your pain
The best and sweetest moments in my life
Carry with them the highest price of all
It's agony to see you face such strife
I must end this torture once and for all
I dread the ghosts which doggedly hound me
I can no longer bear the sullen weight
Of my past decisions. I must be free
of it, it is past time to face my fate
To my funeral, wear a dress of red
Show your love for me, now that I am....
Creativity requires constraint: hence the sonnet.
Life is the sum of our regrets. How long can we bear the burden?
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