Your smile remains the same,
although there's a different person behind it.
Your songs carry the same lyrics,
but the words have a different meaning now.
The sound of your laughter still rings in my head,
although you haven't laughed with me in a while.
Your face has barely changed,
but I can tell the difference.
You look everything and nothing like the person I knew,
and I know you say the same things about me.
Only you were able to embrace it,
while I'm still denying it.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dead Girl
PoetryAs of January 15th, this poetry collection is complete! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't please don't come for me. The diary and inner thoughts of a (pretty much) dead girl, except in the form of sonnets and poetry! How fun is that! It's fun...
