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June
I never thought
I would die,
From a broken heart.
And just as it had come together,
It quickly fell apart.
I've never known a love so strong
In my entire life.
I guess that's why the feeling
Is something like a knife.
It has cut me deeply,
To have loved and lost so soon.
The day before, our three years,
The very first of June.
I can tell you how it was,
About all the fun we had,
But remembering all those little things,
Leaves me feeling sad.
A broken tortured heart,
An empty dying soul.
Now that he has gone,
I'll never again be whole.
I will always love him,
No other can take his place.
Now it's only in my dreams,
That I will see his face.
Now as I toy with the notion,
Of giving life another try.
I've come to the Conclusion
That I'd just rather die.
© Kristin E. Porter
2009
I would die,
From a broken heart.
And just as it had come together,
It quickly fell apart.
I've never known a love so strong
In my entire life.
I guess that's why the feeling
Is something like a knife.
It has cut me deeply,
To have loved and lost so soon.
The day before, our three years,
The very first of June.
I can tell you how it was,
About all the fun we had,
But remembering all those little things,
Leaves me feeling sad.
A broken tortured heart,
An empty dying soul.
Now that he has gone,
I'll never again be whole.
I will always love him,
No other can take his place.
Now it's only in my dreams,
That I will see his face.
Now as I toy with the notion,
Of giving life another try.
I've come to the Conclusion
That I'd just rather die.
© Kristin E. Porter
2009
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