sometimes I'm glad I don't have much to leave behind,
it makes it easier on me when I finally depart.
but then your memory resurfaces in my mind,
and it breaks my heart.
I stare for hours on end at our old photos,
and I can't help but cry.
I'll hear our favorite lyrics and say, "I know those."
because those are our songs, and I can't say goodbye.
but sometimes,
I'm glad that I have something that makes it hard to say bye.
because if I leave then I leave behind the good times,
and I can't bear to see them die.
our memories are keeping me alive,
and your presence is making it easier to survive.
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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...
