Love Poem: The Final Note, Pt. I
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Written by: Steven Mcmorrow

The Final Note, Pt. I

My last rhyme, can you believe?
I’ve lost sense of time, since you took your leave.
If I fell, what would you do?
Would you yell, “I will catch you!”
The tears wont stop, I’m still crying.
We used to be on top, but now I’m dying.
I used to sit and think, about you and me.
I felt my heart sink, when I was let be.
Wake me up when September ends, lay me to sleep.
Because we can no longer be friends, again I weep.
I listen to every song, we called our own.
Trying to erase every wrong, and get the holes sewn.
When you say goodbye, I felt for my heart.
Guess we needed a beautiful lie, so I fell apart.
You and me split ways, that is insane.
This love stays, but so does the pain.
I remember our first date, it was in school.
But wait; As long as I was with you it was cool.
I ask how to save a life, and where did I go wrong.
Still I say you’d make a perfect wife, and we’d be together for so long.
Those thoughts still swim in my head; I've never felt this way before.
Every word we have ever said, defeats my inner war.
Could I get one more chance, just to ask…
For one last dance, I’ll drop the mask.
Every single shared kiss, I feel on my lips.
I can’t believe this, the sorrow still slips.
When you're gone, I can’t stand to wake.
I can’t move on, for I already began to break.
These famous last words, I begin to speak.
“I love you,” flies like beautiful birds, yet I still feel weak.
In this black parade, I fall away.
Into the black I fade, another dreadful day.
Just because life isn’t fair, and everything seems to fail.
Doesn’t mean that I no longer care; yet I'm cold and pale.
You say don’t waste your breath, though I feel death.
The vines that held my heart, are no longer there.
Why did this misery start, was it because I would stop and stare?
Was it meant to be, or was it another game?
Either way it hurt me, such a shame.
Was it because I was so sad, and depressed?
Or because I got mad, when we were suppressed?
I see the ghost of you, always in my head.
Should I see things through, and save the dead?