To die with your dead.
- Captain El
- Oct 4
- 1 min read
How easy to ask;
Dont stand at my grave and weep.
When they plague your thoughts,
They plague your sleep,
A noise like a bell,
A photo on the wall.
You're back into grieving
Your heart in free-fall.
To never see them again
To give no last kiss
To know you cant hold them
Their smell that youll miss
Its not easy to live
When the dead are still there
Because youll love them forever
Even when they're nowhere.
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