I thought I'd ask you...
If I was to follow through,
If I was to leave,
Would you wipe your tears on your sleeve?
When you stood at my grave,
Would you be brave?
Would you feel,
That to this fate I didn't belong?
That maybe I had been strong?
Would you shed a tear?
Because my one true fear,
Is that you could go on,
With me gone.
That there would still be things to do
Still be things to say
And even at night,
You'd sleep alright
You wouldn't plea for my existence,
Even though between us
There was quite a distance,
You wouldn't care.
There would be no despair.
That there is my greatest fear.
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AN:
I'm kind of sorry for this one, I wasn't sure if I should post this but here we are.
So I wrote this the day after my grandfather passed away.
I was mad at my mom because I loved him a lot but she didn't want me to go to the funeral. And this came to my mind.
This is really random but just wanted to explain a little bit of what is this about.
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