Picture of the past
With memories that last,
His face with a smile
Which I've never seen a while.
His face in the picture
Will never be again capture,
For he is gone
And he is done.
The feeling of longing ness
Even though I cry less,
For others says
In your heart he will stay.
For me to make him proud,
Not by bragging or saying his name loud,
But by growing incredible
And invulnerable.
tXc
