Many arrows pierce my chest
I feel the pain from your death
too young for you
to sing your last song
but I sing on,
Only
my songs are screams,
Yet in time
I'll set aside a song,
to sing for you in dreams.
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Byepolarbear (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2017 19:00
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Comments3
I believe that it hurts more than an arrow to the chest. At least that heals. It helps to write about it. Hugs. Well done.
Thanks
Superb write, so much meaning and emotion in these words.
Great write
Thanks
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