When I die.

I don't even know...

 Who’s going to say goodbye?

 

Who will hold my hand when I die?

 

Can’t you hear me…

 

Whisper in your ear?

 

I’m calling you love

 

I’m calling you sweet

 

But you’ve turned and walked away

 

Without a promise for another day

 

You’ve left me with nothing

 

To hold on to in the dark

 

I used to reach for you

 

Dream our love was true

 

Dream anything

 

But you’ve left me with nothing

 

So who’s going to say goodbye?

 

Who will hold my hand when I die?

Author's Note

I just wrote this randomly, so feel free to say anything. I'm a newbie when it comes to poems.

Reviews

[Sam Summers]

pretty good, personally i enjoyed this more than the story. shows good potential, and i liked the repetition

[Emmmaaa! ;D]

Very good. :)

[Lilith]

It's a wonderful concept, and this poem is a great rough draft.
But that's what it is.
Go over it again, make it a little longer, and add some depth.

It seems to be lacking a lot of that.

It has the potential to be a great poem, it just needs a little work.