I hope when I'm gone
Grief doesn't Overcome the living
That I am remembered as a hard hitter
Misunderstood sometimes but kind
Kind though I have a tuff shell
That I am celebrated for living
Without the salty tears of death
Shadowing my leave
I wish to be remembered as that one girl who wrote words
Making them into beautiful stories
To be remembered as a result of strength in love
I want to be remembered for my quirky yet unique gifts
Remember me for a
Book always in hand
A song tuned in every second
A writer
A human being who loved and tried to overcome her demons
Don't remember the curves of my body
The sway of my hips in your darkest dreams at the deepest depths of the night
When I am gone remember me in the light of the moon
Or on the cloudiest rainy days
Know I am with you
Remember
Me
As your darkest dream
Or your sweetest nightmare
Art by; Vission of St. Francis of Assisi
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PoetryTHIS IS NOT A STORY It is a point of vew of people and life the things i feel that maybe others can relate no sugar coated fantasies...If you can't handel some of it i understand just be respectfull in the comments please ;) ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ...
