Death knocked on my door and I sent him away. <br /> 'You aren't taking me now, come back another day! ' <br /> 'No child! It's your hand I must hold. <br />Beneath those bones is a heart already cold.' <br /> 'So what does that matter? It's been torn apart, broken <br />and shattered.' <br /> 'With such a cold heart, what's really left? After all you're <br />just waiting for death.' <br /> 'I'm not waiting for death you moron! I'm waiting for love <br />from that special someone.' <br /> 'I'm no moron, you pathetic child. Your dreams always do <br />run wild.' <br /> 'Once again what does that matter? He'll mend these pieces <br />that are shattered. With his love from stories of old, my heart <br />will never again be cold.' <br /> 'You silly child, he will never come to you. I took him this morning <br />when the skies turned blue. But, he does wait for you in my hearse, <br />or do you wish to live with this lovers curse? ' <br />In that moment a decision I must make. <br />Live here alone, or go with my fate. <br />My love waits that I see, but what about those who will miss me? <br />With my memory they will always be haunted. <br />So on my tombstone write, 'She got what she wanted.'<br /><br />Natasha Bolling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-got-what-she-wanted/
