grief is weird.
i wanna go into your house one last time, yet cant because the memories will remind me you're not here.
i want to celebrate your life; but will cry because theres no more "life" to celebrate.
i want to know you're in a better place, and that its all gods plan. but wonder why god took you away from me.
i want five more minutes to talk to you. but know deep down i will beg for more its time for you to go
YOU ARE READING
quietly misunderstood.
Poetrywords i jamble together when im sad, happy, frustrated, etc. i hope someone can relate to these and understand there not alone.
