Mar 2016
There will be a time
That your name
Will escape someones'
Lips for the last time.
All that is left
Are unspoken memories
Or decaying possessions
Of a fading light.
That your name
Will escape someones'
Lips for the last time.
All that is left
Are unspoken memories
Or decaying possessions
Of a fading light.
[Tales of my late best friend. Tales of the one person who truly understood me]
Written by
Star Gazer
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