The best people always leave
With this always follows with the ones who grieve
We try to calm ourselves with words of love and pleasure
When in reality that person was our treasure.
For those who leave holes behind
For loved ones hearts make them blind
YOU ARE READING
The cries of a distressed poet
PoetryWARNING these poems are deep and somewhat depressing so if you find death an uneasy topic do not read this!
