Why Leave Me Here To Die
The day you said good bye,
I felt something in me die,
I don't want you to see me cry,
Why leave me here to die?
You walked away
I knew without a dout
You weren't turning back,
I had lost you
When you left
I knew I would regret that day,
But I was to scared to say,
'please don't go away'
Now I stand here
cold, friendless, and without love
One day I will see you again
If it be the will of the one above
Godsgang commented on Why Leave Me Here To Die
06-15-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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