A poem...

Not my usual thing to do on here but it's late, I'm bored, and I haven't written on this blog for a good long while. 

Would you weep? By me. 

Would you weep for me, my love?

If the sky that sits above 

Like a blanket swaddling the earth 

In shades of warmth and giddy mirth

Were to crumble right on top of me

And nothing it'd leave but dust and debris 

Turning dark as a stormy sea

Would you weep, my love, would you weep 

For me?

Would you cry for me, my dear?

If you heard my screaming full of fear

When the dark night comes swallowing joy

And the undertaker uses our souls as toys 

As I fight to sprint towards the light 

To escape, what is, that dreadful night

Would you turn your face from the sight?

Or would you cry, my dear, would you cry 

For me?

If I should die before I wake

I'd hope, my love, for my own sake

You'd miss my smile, my eyes, my lips 

The tender pressure of my kiss 

Cover me with silk for when I go

And if you wonder, please always know

There's no one on earth that I have loved so

I would weep, my love

I would cry, my dear 

For you.