Don't Put a Headstone on My Grave

**Firstly i got the idea for this poem off a jazz song i heard - i wish i knew the artist because i would like to give them partial credit**

Don't put a head stone on my grave,
All my life I've been a slave,
I don't want the world to know,
I'm a fool who loved you so.

I gave to you my everything and all,
While you became half of my soul,
When you walked out that door,
I couldn't take it no more.

The tears would well in my eyes,
I cried for days till they were dry,
Locked myself up in my room,
Praying you'd come walking back in real soon.

The days came and the days passed,
The pain inside could only last,
I decided to take control,
Anticipated taking back my soul.

Grabbed some rope and made a noose,
Fixated my fate to the roof,
I stood up on that chair,
While silence chilled the air.

I took hold of that rope,
Placed it tight around my throat,
held my last deep breath,
Then I took my final step.

While all of this entire time,
You were the last and only thing on my mind,
Sitting now where angels are,
I still watch you from a far.

Don't put a headstone on my grave,
For it's your love I forever crave,
All this I did sacrifice,
Because you ceased being part of my life...

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