Elezabeth Ii
Your pain is my pain, I wish it
all was mine.
I can only hope that your
misery will dissolve with time.
I have watched you sink to
nothing, laying in your bed.
Your voice grows more silent,
till just you singing in my head.
There behind her locked door
she is to miserable to let me in.
She lies alone and withers
away, with out her dearest
friend.
I wish I could bring her back
and take away her sickness
soon.
If I could cure her then I could
get back the friend that I once
knew.
Copyright © Damian York | Year Posted 2014
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