A dope verse I made for the Poetry Tournament, it was closed, so I couldn't get responses, so tell me what you think. This is based upon a true story...Metaphorically of course....

I walk through the Graveyard with flowers in my hand
It feels like the millionth time I've walked through this land
And the trek that I make is one full of sorrow
Everytime I make it, I wish there was no tomarrow
And then I arrive at that lonely grave
The name reads: Jill Emma Redave
Born 1986 Died 2003
"The loveliest girl that ever would be."
See her parents truly loved her with all of their heart
But I loved her more that with her I still can't part
See I can still recall my desire
And every revery I have is on fire
See everytime we met, in my heart there was a burning
Because every night we spent together was the heat of yearning
And I can't take not ever seeing her again
And I pulled out what would let me see her in heaven
And on her cross, I boar Christ's position in which he died
Blood flowed from my head from where I lied
This loss was something that I couldn't get over on my own
And next to her I got my own Gravestone...

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