You know, a wise person once told me decay is an extended form of life.
perhaps though our friendship may be dead and decaying out in the backyards of my mind, maybe it lives on, even slightly.
Maybe its possible that while the Grim Reaper takes the souls of the living, he forgot to take the soul of our friendship and what it had been.
Our friendship had been beautiful, like a gorgeous field of flowers, but now it seems it's been dead and decayed for a while.
even though out friendship is dead, there is still beauty in the death of it.
and there was beauty in the life of it aswell.
YOU ARE READING
The bodies in the graveyard of my mind.
PoesíaHow do I tell the world the way I feel about you like I tell the moon?
