My Dear Caroline

[G O L ii A T H]

I'm quite new to poetry, but don't hold back on the critisism.


I was stabbed.
Peirced
Impaled
I miss you,
My dear Caroline.
I keep telling myself,
Over and over again,
You are in a better place.
But here you stay,
In my thoughts.
Oh, I never imagined
One can be in two places
At once.
But yet you prove me wrong.
I remember how you did so all the time.
Oh, how I miss you,
My dear Caroline.