When I die, please, don't come to my funeral
there'll be nothing for you left to say
Please, don't come, 'cause I won't look as beautiful
as you saw me the very first day.
You won't look there into my eyes
I won't laugh at your jokes anymore.
when I die, there will be no cries
'cause I'll ask everyone to do so.
When I die, please, stay at your place
don't come and get on with your business
I don't want you to see my pale face
and to wait until my blood freezes.
When I die, please, stay at your house
'cause the air will be filled with the sorrow,
as you'll raise up your eyes in the clouds,
you will feel your soul getting hollow.
But if you do come in the end,
would you bring me just one yellow flower,
stick it gently into my cold hand
and stay beside me for an hour.
In heaven or maybe in hell
I don't know where I'll be after this.
But I will remember you there,
I swear, till my spirit exists.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=363858
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 13.09.2012
автор: Burg-Art