Tell me you love me.. I will tell you I don't care.. Tell me that your heart aches for me.. I will walk away .. How dare you.. Take what is within me.. I don't need your stinking sympathy.. Don't need your love.. Don't want a friend.. Just want to be left alone... again.. again.. again.. Do I look like I am in need.. And who are you? My salvation... Come to take me home.. To a better place.. Jokes on you.. There is no home.. Never was.. No better place.. No hidden heavens.. No shooting stars.. No wishes on birthdays.. No, Santa Clause.. There is here ... and now.. Reality.. Feel it.. Live it.. Breath it.. Hate it.. Love it.. It is all we have.. It is what we take when we leave. Death is our destination.. It has always been... So why bother with love.. We know it has to end.. I would rather be alone... It is safer .. than this race.. Race for love.. Race for things.. Race to see who gets more wins.. So bury me under stones.. Under a weeping willow tree.. Bury me under stones... Where the world will never see.. Don't worry where I go... No where is ever free.
This title reached out and grabbed me as I scrolled by. I stopped and read this wonderful piece. It is engrossingly dark and haunting. Great write.
Allen
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on October 16, 2003
Erica this is so astoundingly sad....you really reached far to write this one....great work...floria
'So bury me under stones..
Under a weeping willow tree..
Bury me under stones...
Where the world will never see..'
Some wonderful, powerful lines. Outstanding.
~Chrissie
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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Under a weeping willow tree..
Bury me under stones...
Where the world will never see..'
Some wonderful, powerful lines. Outstanding.
~Chrissie