Dirt

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by arriaheart

by arriaheart

Sun beating down on a hot summer's day,
Watching that dirt pile up
Little leather urn covered up by the earth,
And I realize now,
it's final
You're not coming home

I whisper slowly,
Please come home

You want them back,
You want it now,
You wish they were here,
Somehow

That hole in my heart,
It keeps getting bigger

Watching that dirt pile up
And I'm the grave digger

It's something,
I can't get away from

I'm mad,
At the sun

There isn't, a way back home for you,
But there is for me,
To you

Planted those roses
Along your head stone
Gives me comfort
Almost like you're not alone
In the cold, hard, ground
Something beautiful emerges now

I know
I've been told,
One day I'll see you again,
I'm supposed to smile
But I want to see you
Its been a while.

I held that small urn
And pretended it was you
For minute I really felt
Like maybe it was
But I know it's not

I miss you
I love you
I want you so bad

I could hold you in my arms
And maybe I swear I'd love you more

I would love to change all of this
But I can't

All I have is hope,
I'll see you again
It's seems so small,
But I know it's not

You're there with God
And a heart full of memories
Is what I got

I miss you
I love you
I want you so bad

Sometimes it makes me mad

But I know you're happy
I know you're at rest
I should be happy, that you're so blessed
And maybe, deep down I am,
But right now I'm not