People say eventually you get over death,
They say eventually I will get over your death.
How, could I ever get over you,
I see you in everything I do.
Old pictures bring back old memories of when you were alive,
People say should throw them away,
They say that, it will make the memories go away.
How could you die?
How could you leave me here, alone and sad.
I'm just drowning in my misery,
tears, and wine.
They say if i get rid of your pictures it will help me forget,
But what they don't get is,
I don't want to forget.
Poem by~ oceanfire5657
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Poetryif the world didn't understand the feeling of being drowned by your sorrows this book will make them understand the feeling of being pushed deeper into the ocean the feeling of having wings, but not being able to use it ~by @chosynswim
