Standing there, unshed tears, sadness stroking my heart
Numb to the world, thoughts a strewn, confusion blight and bleary
Watching the woman, in the casket, shaking as we part
What could I do, to overcome this, when all I feel is weary
Dead and gone, a victim of the night, affronted to the day
All that's left of her is memories, as I turned and walked away
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
Standing there, unshed tears, sadness stroking my heart
Numb to the world, thoughts a strewn, confusion blight and bleary
Watching the woman, in the casket, shaking as we part
What could I do, to overcome this, when all I feel is weary
Dead and gone, a victim of the night, affronted to the day
All that's left of her is memories, as I turned and walked away
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