A Murder Of Crows

I feel it now more than ever,
Every time you speak my name,
All the things you wished you had said,
Than the fateful ones that day.

I should have told you how much i longed for,
my heart to beat in sync with yours,
But we weren't meant to be this time,
As this life has blatantly and cruelly shown.

If only you would take my hand
And eternally our souls be bound...
For every vow you should have heard,
Yet, Instead I made no sound.

Surely not, for you'd thought I jest,
For who fights a war, without the fear
Of having passed your test...?

What did I do to not win your love?
What was it I had not shown?
For everything I did...
Was FAR more than words...
Yet - after death you mourn?!

I much rather death, than forever that feeling...
My dreams were smashed in the ground,
Guess you never know how much your bleeding,
Until long after, the puddle has been found.

So lamenting is all you feel now,
& you feel your soul's been torn.
Well, now you know what it's like
To lose something that you'd mourn.

If only you had known...
How much I loved you so...
without your love, i loathed my life.
Forever my world felt scorn.

So I summoned the reaper,
to quietly take my hand instead,
& just Like the opposite of corpse bride,
But i'd be the groom & you'd mourn
(And now you wish YOU were dead, HA)

In death I still watch you,
slowly dying each day...
Yet knowing now, I'm forever in your heart,
yet still, no love you could ever replace...

When I close my eyes...
I remember every detail of your beautiful face...
Smiling, knowing I'll be back with a ring,
And we'll walk through hell together
Out of this place!