You’re Gone

It was my sister’s boyfriend…
I dread to die
I love to hope,
I see you hung there by a rope.

As you hang there I run and cry,
Now that you’re gone,
I want to die.

I come to your funeral all dressed in black,
Your coffin all still and quiet,
As you’re lowered,
The winds begin to blow
But now. . . I don't want you to go

By distian jones
Published: 10/19/2006 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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