I can jump so high.
I can go through walls.
I can break rocks with my fist.
I can cut anything in to pieces without a sword.
But her love stops me.
If I see her pretty face in my mind I can’t kill.
I see her in my dreams.
I feel her all around me.
My heart only beats for her.
I save her in her nightmares for monsters,
ghosts and undeads.
I try to protect her for everything that could hurt
her body and soul.
I can’t read her pretty eyes but I hope
they tell me the same as her funny smile.
Her fine voice is always in my head
And drive me insane.
I would die for her. No
I should die for her.
But now she is dead.
I’m so depressive.
I’m so blue.
I dig her grave.
I engrave her gravestone.
A big whit marble block with golden letters on it.
Auch eines meiner ersten Gedichte. Das Urheberrecht liegt bei mir. Es ist niemandem gewidmet - glücklicherweise.