Crystal Like Tears
To see the ill-fated lovers by the moon light is to cry once you look up to the sky from your roof top late at night, Oh how I wish I can slit my wrist just for me to live. To think of you and your memories is to write poetry about the life you once lived, To cry of the thought of you is to cut my wrist a thousand times, just because i miss you. It's hard not to think of you. Your memories are like a faint whisper in my ear, I can not escape the mere mention of your name, nor just the thought of you makes me want to cry." Oh yes I want to die...",what is life worth living if the that just died didn’t get enough time to even listen to what you needed to tell them, imagine being besides the hospital bed holding the person in their deathbed. Look into their eyes one more time, long and deep and say for the last time I love you...then say goodbye with your eyes filled with tears and feel their lifeless hand slip out of yours...that what makes you want to die; watching their life slip away through your eyes. Then go back to your house make sure not to make a sound, head to your room.
To wait there in silence and to remember everything that just happen as if it were yesterday, but it wasn't yesterday and you can not believe what just happen, as you feel your body motionless as if you had freezing cold water thrown at you, it's a shock through your body; a long painful shock. To wait there in silence, in the dark room...just waiting to scream with burning eyes "Oh why did you have to go" you say in a sob, with tears running down your face. To fall off a sea cliff is to run down heaven's fence...The thought of mere suicide, is a crime of your mind; to puzzle it to find new ways to think...I wish on some days to die or kill myself, but God would send me straight to hell...but if God would put life on this earth why did he take his life?
I thought God wanted humans to live yet he takes their life away. I know that everyone needs to die it's the way of life, but I still have that shock to just figure out that someone that you love is dead. It feels like ice cold water put all over you, but it doesn’t go away, it never leaves it stays there and you always feel cold. It is like to be dead emotionally and physically; "Why should you live if you don't want too?" these words race through my mind and run along my lips as though to be a whisper. To lay on the bed and think about death and love ones is too much for words, to stare at the ceiling and to cry tears so sorrow, is terrible.
To be in a beautiful vast field filled with healthy green grass sitting down, then a cool summer breeze blowing through the grass and your hair, with an older version of myself with a friend I knew since we were children, he had brown eyes with puffy brown hair, and tan skin. His name was Claudio(or anyone i loved or lost).He was laying down on the grass next to me and he said: “remember when we were kids, and we would always go pass heaven's fence, well today is my last here before I go to war, and I want to spend my last day here with you and I want to remember it forever. “I look at him with shock and I take his hand and walk with him and go through a white picked fence, there was a hole in the fence and we went through it, and then we went passed the fence and then when we were near the sea cliff and i screamed with the thought of my grandfather's death :"And she screamed Claudio Oh, Dear Claudio Oh, goddamn it we'll make it if you believe...then I wake up with tears going all over my face, jumping from out of my eyes, then look up at the ceiling singing in a soft like whisper:” And she screamed Claudio Oh…”
To wait there in silence and to remember everything that just happen as if it were yesterday, but it wasn't yesterday and you can not believe what just happen, as you feel your body motionless as if you had freezing cold water thrown at you, it's a shock through your body; a long painful shock. To wait there in silence, in the dark room...just waiting to scream with burning eyes "Oh why did you have to go" you say in a sob, with tears running down your face. To fall off a sea cliff is to run down heaven's fence...The thought of mere suicide, is a crime of your mind; to puzzle it to find new ways to think...I wish on some days to die or kill myself, but God would send me straight to hell...but if God would put life on this earth why did he take his life?
I thought God wanted humans to live yet he takes their life away. I know that everyone needs to die it's the way of life, but I still have that shock to just figure out that someone that you love is dead. It feels like ice cold water put all over you, but it doesn’t go away, it never leaves it stays there and you always feel cold. It is like to be dead emotionally and physically; "Why should you live if you don't want too?" these words race through my mind and run along my lips as though to be a whisper. To lay on the bed and think about death and love ones is too much for words, to stare at the ceiling and to cry tears so sorrow, is terrible.
To be in a beautiful vast field filled with healthy green grass sitting down, then a cool summer breeze blowing through the grass and your hair, with an older version of myself with a friend I knew since we were children, he had brown eyes with puffy brown hair, and tan skin. His name was Claudio(or anyone i loved or lost).He was laying down on the grass next to me and he said: “remember when we were kids, and we would always go pass heaven's fence, well today is my last here before I go to war, and I want to spend my last day here with you and I want to remember it forever. “I look at him with shock and I take his hand and walk with him and go through a white picked fence, there was a hole in the fence and we went through it, and then we went passed the fence and then when we were near the sea cliff and i screamed with the thought of my grandfather's death :"And she screamed Claudio Oh, Dear Claudio Oh, goddamn it we'll make it if you believe...then I wake up with tears going all over my face, jumping from out of my eyes, then look up at the ceiling singing in a soft like whisper:” And she screamed Claudio Oh…”