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Old Tears (Canzone)

Caw! Caw! The crow calls its friends to come down
Watching me as I cry at your cold grave
I have been here so many times, I gave,
You my cross pendant to take there, I drown,
In the memory of our last goodbye
It has been years with old tear stains marking
The golden letters of your name, I die,
Inside, my soul is sinking into why
It was you and not me who went away
As the crows laugh at my blatant despair
Karma that I deserve for leaving you
Instead of telling you not to go out
Now your ghost is all that I have left to
Love as I wait for death to meet me here.

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Being Me

Ohhh ...this is full of despair. Hugs x

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K.G. Munro

Thank you, and yeah losing someone can cripple a person emotionally.

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Being Me

I am so sorry for your loss x

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K.G. Munro

Thank you but I was just putting myself in that scenario in the poem. I promise, I'm fine :)

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Being Me

Cool. You wrote the poem well x

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K.G. Munro

Thank you. I'm glad that it reached you :) God bless

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Yiyan Han

A heart sobbing piece!

Poetry speaks the heart: if there is love in the heart, the words
That flow naturally will form a beautiful poem
Words are the Cupid's arrows of a poem: whoever are hit
Are those with a heart of love

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