When I’m dead. I’m lying here, hopeless, wondering as the question arises, You were holding my hand firmly until the question surprises, It makes you vulnerable, and you feel that nostalgic unsure dread, When I asked you “Will you love still love me after I’m dead?” For all I had sacrificed and for all I had given, the least I wanted was a “yes” Something to make me feel as though I was in heaven, in hell, make me blessed. But you turned away and chanted his name humbly, crying in your head, The question repeated, “Will you still love me after I’m dead?” I hoped for you to fall with me, when I ran to shed my life for you, I didn’t weep, but did believe, that my love may at least cry at the sight of this ruddy dew, But in vain, and now thoroughly deceived, for you didn’t leak a stream or thread, And now you burst when I do ask, “Will you still love me after I’m dead?” For all the lands I conquered in your name and for all the times I ran endlessly, I dedicated every search for a rare matchless gift to your eternal beauty, But everything I did wasn’t enough for me to share with you, for I loved you so, And I’d search for things more worthwhile, in the skies above and underground below, You try to explain yourself with tears and my blood, your silence has enough said, For I know now for sure, that you never loved me and it’ll be the same when I’m dead. tell me what you think...
Hmmmm.......... I didn't like it as much as your last piece of work. It has a different style and i didn't like it as much, it didn't have that raw power or emotion, though you were writing about an emoitional thing. Overall, i don't think it's your best.
*shoots* i hate you.... [/b][/quote] There's something called anger management, Freakolp.. Anyway, back to the normal topic here, I liked the poem. Not your best, but great nevertheless.
hehe... thanks...but i can't stop hating what i write these days, it never comes out the way i want it to...i'm disappointed.