I lay on my bed trying to sleep
But sleep refused to come
My thoughts were on you and what I had done
You were no longer with me because I killed you
I lay crying and wondering
Wondering what would have happened if you had not pushed me out of the way
You took the bullet to the chest and I lay on the floor with your head in my lap
I am so sorry you had to die
It is all my fault my love and I will never forget it
I should have died that day not you
I lay awake my mind unsettled
so please baby forgive me for I wish you were laying here with me
Finally sleep comes and I fall asleep to dream
I awake in a room with bars on the windows and steel door
Then I remember I was in a institution locked away with my grief
Locked away to live my life in grief
You lay in a dark cold grave
Tears stream down my face
You would still be alive if I had been taken just as I was suppose to
But you were a hero and saved my life
However strong the sense of guilt, there is no greater act of love than to sacrifice yourself to save another. Good write, Jessica. Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love it but it is kinda sad brandi