Mosaics & Immortality♡

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Mosaics & Immortality

I braid my hair exactly how my friend taught me.

I curve my b's like my friend does.

I like the smell of coffee because it reminds me of her.

I learnt ancient history because she liked hearing about it.

I learnt the meaning of flowers from a friend.

I first listened to rock because she liked it.

I learnt how to do my makeup from a girl on the internet.

I learnt to love space because my father loved it first.

I have my mother's eyes and my father's nose.

I am a mosaic of everyone and everything I have ever loved no matter how brief it is.

What do you mean when you say you aren't immortal ?

One day I will teach my daughter how to braid her hair.

I will teach my son how to write b's like my friend who I haven't seen since 5th grade used to do.

I will make coffee one day and think about her.

I will tell stories of ancient history to my children's friends.

I will send flowers to my lover knowing the hidden meanings.

I will go to a rock concert and dance with a stranger.

I will do my daughter's makeup for a school dance exactly how she taught me.

My friends will look up to the stars and remember my love for it not knowing it grew from a root of my father's love.

My great-grandchildren will have my eyes and nose that I once hated not knowing it's been given to me by a long line of people who had been loved.

I want to be remembered for the things I loved.

Maybe one day a stranger will listen to a rock song on the radio and remember me, a girl she danced with at a concert, long after I'm gone.

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