R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

But a dream

Written: february 15 2015

My dad could never walk me down the aisle,

Because he only stayed in this world for a while,

And though I've written what's inside of me,

I know I can never be truly free.

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Your life and death may have been in the past

Yet the pain and sorrow are bound to last

And everytime I have been crying,

That will never change anything.

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If only you were here instead

Then my life will be filled less with dread

But this is nothing but a dream,

And you're not even smoke or steam.