| Live without you.
The day of the funeral she sat,
Elegantly poised, with tiny
Hands politely folded.
Traditional black veil,
Covered beautiful face.
All the better that they didn't see,
There were no tears upon it.
Insted a slightly upturned grin.
She dabbed at her eyes,
But what they didn't see,
She was just rolling them.
You just can't be sad,
When you finally found out,
That because of him,
And the horrible things that he did,
You can live without him.
But he should NEVER,
Live without you.
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She's always trying not to cry.
But I can see the demons in her eyes.
She's always trying not to yell.
But you see to her, she's trapped in hell. |