You run into the alley
and you see him there
Two gunshots
He drops dead
You run up to him
crying over your lost love
His body, still warm...
Come back, come back!
You keep yelling out hoping he hears but how could he?
I will always love you
The wind whispers
And I'll never forget you,
Even if I forget myself
You respond knowing it was his time
You can't cheat death
You know know that
But it doesn't make it hurt any less.
-m
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mel·an·cho·li·a
Poetry/ˌmelənˈkōlēə,ˌmelənˈkälēə/ noun deep sadness or gloom; melancholy. "rain slithered down the windows, encouraging a creeping melancholia" a collection of stories, quotes and poems TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF DIFFERENT DISORDERS AND ISSUE...
