Post by Erika on Dec 20, 2005 10:46:39 GMT -5
One last wish I pleaded.
One last wish before he's gone.
I wished he would defeat it.
I wished he could sing his last song.
But no they said he wouldn't
And I knew this was the truth
But if I could be with him
a warm hand there to sooth
Never to awaken
To lie there quiet, sad
my only love was taken
With the heart i wished I had
The hospital it's white cold walls
The sickness, The disease.
And so i scream my last call
but the pain it would not seize
His hands were always comforting
his heart was always warm
always there to be with me
but now our love was torn
I wished that he'd been better
I wished his health was fine
but he would not get better
and I knew I'd waste my time
The rose that he had gave to me
would work just like a charm
a thorn from it for him to see
across my pale white arm
Just for me to be with him
a tear slid down my cheek
the thought though was too grim
he was too weak to speak
If only they would listen
they didn't understand
we fit together perfectly
standing hand in hand
Crimson slid off cool
my soul began to fade
and I saw him in my soul
his dues could not be paid
I felt myself slip
and fall into the sky
and the heart that once was ripped
was saying it's goodbyes
and in my last free words alive
I fought to stay in sight
I have committed suicide
and so to all, goodnight.
ok, this is my kind of writing about suicide...i'm getting kinda depressed now...yall knw what do do...
One last wish before he's gone.
I wished he would defeat it.
I wished he could sing his last song.
But no they said he wouldn't
And I knew this was the truth
But if I could be with him
a warm hand there to sooth
Never to awaken
To lie there quiet, sad
my only love was taken
With the heart i wished I had
The hospital it's white cold walls
The sickness, The disease.
And so i scream my last call
but the pain it would not seize
His hands were always comforting
his heart was always warm
always there to be with me
but now our love was torn
I wished that he'd been better
I wished his health was fine
but he would not get better
and I knew I'd waste my time
The rose that he had gave to me
would work just like a charm
a thorn from it for him to see
across my pale white arm
Just for me to be with him
a tear slid down my cheek
the thought though was too grim
he was too weak to speak
If only they would listen
they didn't understand
we fit together perfectly
standing hand in hand
Crimson slid off cool
my soul began to fade
and I saw him in my soul
his dues could not be paid
I felt myself slip
and fall into the sky
and the heart that once was ripped
was saying it's goodbyes
and in my last free words alive
I fought to stay in sight
I have committed suicide
and so to all, goodnight.
ok, this is my kind of writing about suicide...i'm getting kinda depressed now...yall knw what do do...
i like this 1 too. I like, JUST wrote it. so, glad that I dun hav writers block..i had the worst writers block ever last week..it was horrid...