She died.

Gedicht zum Thema Liebe und Tod

von  BLACKHEART

She was dressed in white
the day she died,
when the Death came to pick up my lovely bride.

The eternal light
it was shining so bright
she couldn't escape it, no matter how hard she tried.

I stood by her side
unable to fight,
unable to help her, I've never denied.

I've never tried
to count the tears I've cried,
but somehow I'm feeling, that she is alright.

When I wake up at night
and turn on the light
it feels like she's here, right by my side.

And watches me write
about the day she died,
when the Death came to pick up my lovely bride.

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