The Purest Love
They say you were sleeping,
Soundly, oblivious to the world,
To the pain that ended your days much too soon.
And I tried, and I tried to imagine that scene,
But I couldn't imagine you were gone from me.
They were lying, they were lying- they had to be!
Soon you would pop up and laugh with me,
My best friend, my best friend, come back to me.
5 days later, it hit me,
Soon we would go to the cemetery.
It was you, in that casket,
Lying there- dead.
With you, a little part of me died,
Not only you would you be buried, but with you- my heart would be too.
Broken and shattered, you claim my heart- with the purest of love-
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