hundred-and-one times

bury my treasure deeper six feet deeper...

Who said that not

saying good-bye won't hurt;

deluded they might been,

or never knew the agony

to feel the emptiness of

black- as it died a hundred

times. Regretting to let 

another was a condition

predicted like all the other steps

going through a loss:

of a loved love, that I loved the

most. Let then be my treasure

buried deeper than six feet,

so I won't dig it up for a

hundred-and-one times.

Author's Note

this is a requested poem from a friend. he wanted a poem that came to my heart, and this is what me and him do: die hundred times, then again rise again to love alive again, to die once more. (honestly, me and him are getting close so... hehe... hopeless romantic again; NOPE!!!)

Reviews

[Dove]

The first and second lines were my favorite because I have asked the question so many times. Seriously, who said that saying goodby wont hurt. It truly hurts like hell and I hate saying it. Your friend should love this poem... wonderful!

[EMMIE]

BEAUTIFUL AND THAT FIRST/SECOND LINE REALLY HIT HOME FOR ME. THANKS FOR SHARING. YOUR FRIENDS BETTER LOVE THIS! LOL