A/N: This one's dedicated to all who died in Orlando. Death is unfortunate, scary and cruel. And taking someone's life is the most heartless crime. Isn't it funny, that most of the criminals have killed the one who they hated, it proves no bravery; but shows that they were more coward to kill their own fears and more coward to start another journey.
Due to such sudden death one doesn't gets the chance to have their last words.
When I'll be gone,
Would you keep me as a memory?
Or will be afraid of my thoughts cause I'll be living invisibly?
Will I still be making you happy?
Cause all those other people,
They don't like to remember sad things.
They rather go for happy little pills.
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Rhythm
Poesie#22nd rank in 'what's hot' 25/8/16 #24th rank in 'what's hot' 28/8/16 ACHIEVEMENTS: ~ Featured poet by @LivePoetsSociety ~ Fellow Feels (past name of the book) featured poem book.
