Sometimes
When it's a quiet night
I look at the stars
And I imagine
All the people who have died
And who love me
Stare down at my through the stars
And I let a tear slip down my cheek
As I see my grandfather
Still smiling
Even when dead
And I let a tear slip down my cheek
As I realize
Everyone I love will leave at one point
Weather on purpose or not
YOU ARE READING
The silent screams of hollow children
شِعرBook of my emotions and vents in poetry form Not for the easily triggered
