This is for a memorial my grandpa will be mentioned in. It's for organ donors.
It's been five years since you passed,
But we grieve for you every day.
Five years since we saw you last,
And we still cry when we hear your name.
Although the world still turns,
It will never be the same.
And our eyes still burn,
Thinking of the smile on your face.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
