It's been three days
Since you've passed away
There's a secret box under my bed
With every letter you sent me
When you were last here
You gave me a bouquet of lillies
Their my favorite flowers
Dried up in a vase
Because it would kill me
To throw them away
I have every plane ticket you ever had
Next to the dog tags where you're name's engraved
Right next to a picture with your smiling face
One day I'll see my traveling soldier again
But until then
I have the pictures
And the memories
The pleasure of you being mine
And me being part of your life-
~Kye~
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Death Is The New Life
PoezieOriginal poems put together to make a fabulous collection. Poems about the wrong society does and the tragedy that happens in every day life. After all a lot of walking people are dead inside. Enjoy!
