today was the last day that i'd be seeing you. tonight marked the night that it would be the last of me seeing anyone really. did you get my note? did you understand it?
God hasn't been hearing me and my mother keeps telling me to be patient, but instead i had a dream. this dream happened to feature this man and he stood before me along with these tall golden gates.
he told me to visit him.
i don't know whether or not that was his way of speaking to me, but i do as i'm told, and i can't disrespect the man who died for me; even if he is fake.
tonight marks the one day i've been thinking about for years. tonight, i become free and sway beneath the oak tree.
YOU ARE READING
trying.
Poetry"I'm okay ̶ ̶ really, I'm fine," © playlist bangtan boys h.r. : #111 in poetry
