The Cold Ring
Gold and silver
intertwined
Three dimonds
big and small
Tiny and fitting
the ring is
On your finger
from me
Sealed with a kiss
for our fovever
But it lay
in the dish
My tears are cold
when I grasp your ring
Which is now my
sad burden
That I carry
everywhere
For I am reminded
of you
When you died
in May
So rest in piece
my darling
I will come
soon
The knife feels
like the ring
Cold and sad
waiting
My blood
is hot
Gushing and bleeding
for you
For now I see
you
Wanted and loved
by another
In this death
you forgot me
I love you,
I wish to say
But you don't care
or notice
The looks I give
you
So goodbye
forever
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