When I Die
It will be too late, to say words I needed, when alive
When I Die
When I die, don’t come to my resting place,
Crying your love, letting tears trace.
I needed your words, your touch, your care,
When the world still held me there.
The whispers of love, the warmth of your hand,
Were treasures I longed for, grains of sand.
Don’t let the silence weigh heavier now,
Speak your heart while life allows.
A stone cannot hear, nor the earth reply,
No solace is found beneath the sky.
So share your love while breath remains,
For echoes fade when life starts to drain.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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