February 9th; I'm Crying

I want to replace the chapter I ruined,
but to rewrite everything would mean to erase my mistake,
and I am not willing to rid us of the lesson we learned. 
A sniffle of the nose, and a deep sigh
won't lift me from my knees as I beg to the heavens
for another chance to bring you back to this world
as the woman I knew to be the savior
covered in gold and all the way through
great and pure.
I will cry tonight with a mending hope
of lifting you from hell
and the tears will cleanse my terrible facade
that you knew too well while you where dying.
But the whole time,
I can say without a doubt
that I am crying.

The End

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