I thought I knew what love was
But now, at 21
There's someone in the ground
And I want him
He died, but I want him
I thought I knew what love was
But it wasn't until I realized
How much I wish he had been buried in a place
I could lay beside him
When my time comes
That I knew, I really knew
What love was
Being close to him in death
Is worth more than the life I've yet to live.
Because he won't be in it.
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Thoughts of Him(s)
PoetryI miss him(s). Here's how I feel about it. All works here are my own.
