Turn into love instead
When I am dead,
all the things I wrote,
all the things I said,
that made you criticize,
irritated and distressed,
made you uncomfortable
in your heart and the head,
will become dearer,
be the sorrow a real good measure,
will bring tears
if you let the thought stand nearer
and will turn into love instead.
The love that I wanted and you
did not understand.
(27.03.2025)
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