Don't carry my coffin
Don't whisper to my ghost
When I am gone from this world
It is not I you lost
Forgive my transgressions
Forget my every mark
You deserve better
You deserve someone with a heart
You will not miss me
Even if you insist
I am but a passing
An early morning mist
Face the sun
And walk steadly
Don't look back
Don't hope to find me
Your tears will dry
Your cries will cease
A love, a friend, a stranger
Who no longer exists
YOU ARE READING
Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
