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by Rusheena May 21, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The beautiful morning sun, slowly kisses my cold, dead face And even though I'm gone, nature continues its pace The early breeze doesn't chill, as it did the day before Because I can feel nothing now, except the forest floor Yesterday afternoon, I took the short route home I didn't know that someone was watching, waiting for me to roam He waited patiently, as I took in the lovely wood Then he caught me by surprise; I have to admit, his timing was good And after he was done, he left me here uncovered Because somehow, he saw fame, in my remains being discovered So now, I lie and wait, for an innocent eye To find me on the shortcut, I took without saying "goodbye"