All the people in those graves,
all the bones under the dirt.
So many memories lost,
so many things forgotten...
I've never been someone to mourn the dead,
I'm always happy that they're gone.
After all, when you die
there's no more suffering,
no more pain.
Sometimes I wish I had met them,
wish I heard their stories.
But the truth is that
after I leave, the cemetery sadness disappears.
YOU ARE READING
─ 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 ✧ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬.
Poesia+°.★ - a compilation of some of my personal poems [pt/eng].
