And I looked across the memories of you,
Scant and undisturbed,
What felt like the only true record of your life, your love,
28 years alive,
28 and a half years in the ground;
Longer dead than alive
But you feel so real and alive still when I look upon the pictures of your face,
The light in your eyes ever glimmering,
Your smile so inviting, so sincere.
It crushes my heart every time I think of you,
Forever young, nearly a legend,
Vibrant, beautiful, gone.
You were never mine,
But I miss you nonetheless.
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The Love and Horror Here
ПоэзияA collection of poems I've written from 2014 - 2024. Mainly about love and relationships or horror/creepy situations
