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Until Sunrise Never Comes

Everything I am,

and all that I believed,

Everything I loved-

God has taken from me,

so I will cry for you
for we will bury you

I will remember you
all my days,
I will mourn for you
in my sorrow.

I will count the years alone
til all of mine are done,

then I'l ly down by your side
until the sunrise never comes.

by buried alive

Comments (2)

The last desire to lie in the grave with that of a loved one has so nicely painted in this lovely poem that the reader is forced to think, did he truly love his beloved like Buried Alive.
I can relate to on this one. I have lost and yet I still live. Their memories locked deep within me. I draw from those memories when I write the romantic ones. The romantic one are not for anybody now, but in memory of those who loved me selflessly and died.