sometimes, i dream and close my eyes
and think to after when i die.
will i be surrounded by those who care?
or will no one know that i was there?
will i have reached my goals to succeed?
or be stuck with nothing i truly need?
will i have stories to be passed on?
or feel shame for all that i've done wrong?
will my life have changed the world for good?
or will i remain merely just a girl who's misunderstood?
will i know how it feels to be loved?
or instead watch, lonely from above?
because when i finally take my last breath,
i want to be happy with whatever i have left.
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just a lil' poetry #wattys2018
Poetryjust a little poetry to get you through the day by yours truly. po·et·ry ˈpōətrē/ noun literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a g...
