When I die
I want to become a precious memory
In someone's heart who'll hold it so close
Without it, will bleed
When I die
I want to be a reason
For someone's inner strength
Of someone's belief
Of someone's kindness
When I die
I want my memories to be
A reason to live on
A reason to not relent
A reason of a bitter sweet smile
Even with an aching heart
When I die
I want to become a fond memory
Someone worth the pain of reminiscence
And not someone's regret of knowing me
I don't want to be forgotten
Or a scar that bleeds and weakens the soul
I don't want to be past
Meant to be forgotten
Just a precious memory
That people rely on
And feel the urge to live
Because when I die
I would still want to live on
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Candid Heartstrings
PoetryThe candid beats of a heart The unfiltered voice inside That finally sets it's free Let me present a mere display of words Behind which, hides memories, anguish, fears, dreams and tears Let's have a view of The poetries I wrote for myself The quot...
