Grief

September 29, 2012
By Anonymous

Grief, how brightly you shine.
And here I keep you, only mine.
Blood how red you be.
Here I keep you, hear with me
My song that I sing
With cries of pain do I ring
The red, from my hand.
Ever do I wish that it were sand
To bury, in the earth
All that I have done in mirth.
I hope, that in time
All will be forgotten of this crime.
That I, even in this time of fear
May find another to lend an ear
To give me pity
To be so pretty
And to never again be
In love, without me



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