My fingers awkwardly pressed on the piano's keys, slowly remembering how to play
But still she was lulled to sleep, to her my music was like an angel's voice
She looked so strong, refusing to be confined to her bed
But yet the sickness overtook her
I was gone the day she left
Halfway across the world
She died with her eyes closed, peacefully resting
But still, memories of her remain, every laugh, every moment
And I do hope to cherish them
—
memories of my grandmother
may she rest in peace
I'm visiting her gravestone in a few days
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evanescence
Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
