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Lost It
Lost it
I couldn't help it.
I just lost it.
I took the gun to my head.
I wanted to be dead.
Yet you saved me.
Sorrow filled my eye.
While i saw the death note.
Lying under you hanging body.
My love.
My life.
I have died tonight.
Seeing you hurt was to much to bear.
Along with life to despair
So heres the note.
I took the hidden gun.
One shot,
Two shot.
Three I'm now dead.
baby girl starts to cry
walk into the room.
saw her pernts die.
now she is shy.
she always ask why.
Depicts a very tragic sight.
Depicts a very tragic sight. Life can dish these things our to the innocent ones in many different ways so that it makes it very difficult to se anything good about a 'God' of any kind. It can help to know that time is something that man created, and things on this planet do not happen in man's time, but in God's time only. There is a good reason for everything, but our feeble human frailties only see what our eyes want us to during the times we need to expand our consciousness of those things we have difficulty envisioning due to lack of connection to Divine Intelligence...(ie: 'some type of understanding of a god'). I often think these things happen so we can have opportunity to train our thinking patterns to understand this concept about 'time' as we understand it in our mundane way. The poem sure does speak loudly of the former. Many blessings.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thanks ^^
thanks ^^