Looking over my photographs.
I saw a picture of you and me.
I remember when you said,
'Our love was way too deep'.
But now, I lie in bed at night,
Without you by my side,
Baby, I just can't go to sleep.
This coldness isn't right.
I told the doctor,
'That I got a broken heart',
Because it's no longer, you and me.
My temperature has risen,
To a hundred and three.
Ooooh make it stop, baby.
Three months and two days ago,
Since Cancer took you away.
Every night and every day,
I look up to God, and pray.
'Please take care of my baby'.
Because I know she is with you.
And please let her know,
'That Pinda is thinkin' of you'.
Everynight, I kiss the same picture.
My heart's deprived of your loving,
Because now it's not me and you.
And, everyday I wonder,
'Will I ever come through?'
'Will I ever come through the Pearly gates?'
To make it me and you.
Oooooh no.

Comments
Highhat | November 28, 2010 - 10:18
Well done Pinda
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | November 28, 2010 - 11:40
How sad pinda, such a heart rendering poem.
Thanks for the read.
Jenny.