Done Deed
Sequel to "The Dream"
I came from a funeral
With tears I couldn't see;
For I killed my lover
Who wouldn't love me.
His mouth with soft lips
That lit his sweet face
Brought a vision of sorrow
For a lonely grave's place.
For he did deceive me
And I couldn't find rest;
Till I turned and I slew him
I knew this was best.
I stood there beside him
With a spade in the clay;
Tomorrow I'll forget him
But I’ll shed tears today.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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