Sweetest Emily - Poem by Isaac Spradlin
This is the funeral for my dear sweet Emily
I don't know how I missed the signs
How could I have been so blind?
Maybe with more time
I could've saved you
My dearest and sweetest
Why did you do this?
What did I miss?
How could you do this?
You taking your life is destroying mine
Now there is a void deep inside
That crying will not suffice
I've run out of tears for you
I thought of joining in to escape this pain
Then maybe you could explain why I have to suffer this
Tell me why you did it
But until that day you will be missed
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