Death.
Why is it scary?
Why does it hurt?
Because not knowing,
Tears us apart.
They were always here and in a second they're gone
A grandma, a father, lay under a stone
Tears streaming, hearts shuttering
All we can do is try remembering
The smile on their face, the last goodbye
The time we had, before they died
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PoetryStars are like people, They shine outside. But no one knows, What is hidden inside. O.E
