December 1 2014
You may be no longer alive today,
But I wish you can hear me when I say,
That I love and miss you everyday,
And I wish that we'll all be united one day.
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There is always this part of me,
Drowning deep in melancholy,
Only you can be that remedy,
But you are just a memory.
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Daddy, daddy, I am sick,
Please come to my aid, very quick!
For life's difficulties are growing thick,
Like a ship, I hope I won't sink.
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...
