I'm standing here amidst a tomb or shrine:
Where lovers mourn their lost and broken hearts,
Adorned with oh, all those just shattered parts;
I weep with them: this tomb I think is mine!
I pay my tribute till the sun doth shine,
And wonder whether we had altered starts;
For all those many heavy harsh departs:
Have rendered me to but in ice recline.
And if our yesteryears weren't on the wall:
We would but dare to love and laugh again;
But doomed we are to ever feel so blue.
How great was grace! But we, alas, did fall:
I curse, I cry, and every now and then,
I hate I've left my heart with; nay, for you!
Comments about this poem (Left Behind by Danny The Dreamer Boyd )
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