Sometimes I hurt more
Than I heal,
Sometimes I burn more
Than a
Star.
We stand face to face along
A path
That only one of us can
Carve.
Bury me, bury me
Deep
Into the ground
Like a poppy growing atop
A mound
Of memories
You cannot
Keep?
Keep?
For me.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
Sometimes I hurt more
Than I heal,
Sometimes I burn more
Than a
Star.
We stand face to face along
A path
That only one of us can
Carve.
Bury me, bury me
Deep
Into the ground
Like a poppy growing atop
A mound
Of memories
You cannot
Keep?
Keep?
For me.
"A man dies twice:
first, when his soul leaves his body,
and secondly, when he is forgotten,"
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