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Be Love Not My Grave

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By PoetsClosetPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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If the sun doesn’t come up in the morning

I died by night

The sorrow may be everlasting

But this is just right

Lie over my dead body and make light

See crystal snowflakes covering my blood filled pipes

I am in the right time for love at war

I trust the sorrows will make my body cave

Take my loves witness

And run her far into her deserved grave

Following those broken stone paths

And dim street lights

To the corner of hearts and armor

I know I am in the right place for loves revenge

This is love at its finest hour

Beautiful the suspense

I be dead by tomorrows bloodiest coward

Waking up again

To find them messing with my power

I am endless

Lay over the one you have shamed

You are relentless

To one day you will find her in me

The she you wanted but left her cold heartedly

The one I could never be

Cupids’ arrows parted

Following those broken stone paths

And dim street lights

To the corner of hearts and armor

I know I am in the right place for loves revenge

This is love at its finest hour

Beautiful the suspense

I be dead by tomorrows bloodiest coward

sad poetry
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About the Creator

PoetsCloset

Even our darkest days will see the brightest light. A poet and a person with so much on her mind.

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