My story is a tragedy
Be prepared to cry
They say time heals all
But that is a lie
I searched my whole life
And I finally found
The one meant for me
Love and joy did abound
How quickly that changed
One ill-fated day
Death claimed my love
Death stole him away
Maddened by grief
Consumed by my sorrow
He was my future
Now I have no tomorrow
I stare at him picture
I long for him touch
I can still smell him
I miss him so much
I pick up my gun
And contemplate death
What use in living
When I feel so bereft
But life is a gift
And I haven't the right
So I put down my gun
And weep through each night
I mourn for him daily
There is no relief
My soul is tormented
My heart filled by grief
My life without meaning
No feelings but pain
Death claimed my man
I can't love again
My bedmate is rage
My friend, misery
I live for my death
Cause he's waiting for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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