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Talking to you is like talking to a grave Part of me thinks it means something Part of me knows what was there is gone And that as much as I beg and plead What I loved Will not return But your grave I cannot mourn For I am the one who killed you I watched your light leave you And took it for my own But you forgave me I buried you alive I let you rot And you forgave me What am I to say to a grave? Do I apologize? Though you’re already gone I know this is better for you But I want to keep you as my own I didn’t have much before You were my prize My light I loved you And I killed you.
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
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Talking to you is like talking to a grave Part of me thinks it means something Part of me knows what was there is gone And that as much as I beg and plead What I loved Will not return But your grave I cannot mourn For I am the one who killed you I watched your light leave you And took it for my own But you forgave me I buried you alive I let you rot And you forgave me What am I to say to a grave? Do I apologize? Though you’re already gone I know this is better for you But I want to keep you as my own I didn’t have much before You were my prize My light I loved you And I killed you.
#death#metaphor#grave#love#heartbreak
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sharkie
19/Transmasculine/The Milky Way
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
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