Bittersweet, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for MrsPeterson

since the day i was born
i've been in and out of the hospital
i've prayed for years for god to take me away
and no answer was given
i met the man of my dreams at 16
he brought me lunch everyday
always something different
always something exotic and adventurous
the pain got so much worse as the years passed
i prayed and prayed to be let free
i did not want to hurt anymore
i did not want to lose the one i loved
but it was a hard choice to make
a life of pain and love
or a painless life of freedom and loneliness
i knew it was coming
finally god was listening to me
my heart was finally giving up on me
but not on my love
i wrote a letter the day before i passed away
and told him not to open it until my funeral
he kissed my cheek and i was gone

"my love,
i'm watching over you
but i cannot hold you
i will always love you
but i cannot show you
i'm always there
but you'll never know
a life of pain
or a life of loneliness
i chose what was best
you will love again
our love was something to be held on to
our love...
my life...
it was bittersweet"

as so was that written on my grave
Posted: 2005-04-16 18:38:00 UTC

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