Mar 2019
The pretty
flowers.
The people and crowds.
The hours
spent.
All to only bring us
to another end.
The tears
lost.
The money and cost.
The tissues
used.
None will ever heal this wound.
It's only
for us.
To you it is
worthless.
With every second,
your body only gets colder.
But for us,
it's only a sense of
closure.
flowers.
The people and crowds.
The hours
spent.
All to only bring us
to another end.
The tears
lost.
The money and cost.
The tissues
used.
None will ever heal this wound.
It's only
for us.
To you it is
worthless.
With every second,
your body only gets colder.
But for us,
it's only a sense of
closure.
Because up there, you are enjoying yourself with God. While down here, we're still mourning and crying.
(19/F/Playing the piano...)
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