Lily
I am a flower, and white, ghostly pale,
Growing on a grave of a person I once were.
They say we don't care – we don't have souls,
But I do care – more than others, much more.
I grew in wilderness, in horror, seeing death around me,
I wasn't able to cry – being a ghost of the past is my destiny.
I am a pure white- ghostly pale flower,
And all the worries of the world are an unknown bother,
I have to cry in the darkness, with tears nobody will see,
To be the ghost of the past – is forever my destiny,
I've been once young and beautiful – and careless, now I can say –
I once had life and love and all,
But that time is not today.
I am a flower, depressing white,
As if all the colors are gone,
I am a flower – without life,
But with tears for all the for none,
I only remember the time I died,
Everything before is a blur-
I knew I have no reason to cry-
But this is a decease for which is no cure.
I just remember how happy I was,
And that's the only feeling left –
I regret my life was so quick, because –
There's only one thing I will never forget.
I will never forget the minute I died, I will never forget my thoughts.
I was thinking, "don't let, don't let him die" were the thoughts of the past I caught.
I wasn't thinking about myself, I only cared for the life of his.
I knew I would die, and now, when I'm dead,
I realized that my death had a touch of bliss.
Although, I of course, would've preferred to live,
I saved a person I loved.
Now I am a flower, a ghostly white,
And there are lots of things I miss.
I miss my memories, which were so clear,
And sometimes indeed come back,
I miss my life, fresh and clear,
As a tide, as a morning sunshine…
I miss the happiness I had before,
Now I am a flower and my time's running short –
But the only thing I would like to see –
Before my death, is him.
Him, who I saved, sacrificing my life,
I want him to come and tell me that I was right –
I want to see what a person he is,
And then is he the one my heart always missed?
I want him to tell me that he's worth living,
I want his to prove me that he's just and forgiving,
I want him to come and talk to me –
I want him to come, to let me see,
What kind of a person he's right now,
So I wouldn't regret what I had done –
I know it is him my heart will always miss –
I gave up my life, my glory and bliss…
I hope that you now will listen to me,
And come, and for once to let me see…
A/N: All right, that was weird. But review, please! Thanks.
Melamorie
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Melamorie Blymm