It has been five years
Yes I broke my promise
I know I was not supposed to visit
And I needed to see you I must admit it
I need and answer
I don't know what to do
I'm begging GOD to hear a response from you
Now I neil to your grave crying
With my hand on your vault
Knowing your death
i don't want to be granite
Yes Mr death is at fault
30 years since you have past
I am by myself and I wonder
Im i worth it ....is my only task
the Poetry teller
©poetteller
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