you had a lump in your throat every time you spoke,
it should’ve disappeared but your voice became a croak
you cleared your throat a lot,
for every word that got caught
you stopped talking about your passions;
i think your heart had run out of its rations
you helped others out many times before,
but suddenly your reassurance was no more
your silences grew longer;
i should’ve known you were a goner
you left all these warnings,
yet here i was, in mourning.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
you had a lump in your throat every time you spoke,
it should’ve disappeared but your voice became a croak
you cleared your throat a lot,
for every word that got caught
you stopped talking about your passions;
i think your heart had run out of its rations
you helped others out many times before,
but suddenly your reassurance was no more
your silences grew longer;
i should’ve known you were a goner
you left all these warnings,
yet here i was, in mourning.
