Your death feels like it just happened a while ago.
In reality it happened so long ago.
Few years have passed, but the pain did not heal away.
Where are you?
Do you miss me?
I'd joke 'say hi to Jesus for me' if I was not too lonely.
"I miss you."
- Three words that contains an ocean of my lachrymose feelings.
"I love you."
- Three words that I should've said more frequently to you.
"Death."
- The word that separates me from you.
"Memories."
- A film that is played daily in my head that brings both gloom and joy to my heart.
Loves you always,
Your Princess.
January 4 2015
YOU ARE READING
R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoetryI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
