A sea that was slowly drowning
A person with too many tears,
too many bitter tears that would flood an ocean

The rose will die, but another rose will live to see another day
When I die that is

Envious eyes would slowly watch the image of beauty walk by
And as the soul of honesty would burn, she would not see the sky

Apithy will loose all meaning and purpose
When I die that is

Are we sad or are we lonely?
She felt the warmth of being alive, as her soul lay there and watched her die again

She looked in the mirror, and it told her lies
Lies which only she knew was true

Crystal eyes watch rivers flowing down a bank that has not run for fifty years
When I die that is

All the beauty of the world will merely become no more than a question
When I die that is

She looked up at the moon, and at the skies
After she slowly stopped herself to cry
"I am alive but do I wish to be free, the poet will leave me, and conceive me but will she kill me? When I die that is"

Hey, this poem is beautifully written with distinguished talent and artwprk wrought into the rhythmic heartbeat of the sorrowful message. I hope to read more because this is fantastic!