Everywhere he seems to pass her by
His pace is never slow nor late
For only he knows he wishes to die
And seeing her would seal his fate
He wished now he never cheated
God how she wished the same
He remembers when things got heated
The one argument they coldn't tame
The pain and longing in her eyes
Is something he cannot bear
He looks away from the 'why's? '
Even then feelings his heart tear
One week later is when he's found
Against his blood-splattered pillow
She was there when he wa sput in the ground
Beneath the old Weeping Willow
She followed in next to no time
Found atop his cold hard grave
In death she was a mime
Following the trail he had paved
Some say they are now together
But that can only happen in a Fairy Tale
But maybe there are light as a feather
Battling together against the gates of Hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem