Six years have since ensued
And yet, the right words...
Persist to elude.
It' a grim day-
hard to fit the mood.
And if I wasn't slim paid,
Her name I'd get tattooed.
I know its hard not to cry,
Or keep emotions subdued.
I swear I dab my eye,
Whenever I think of Her food.
But I know the dead can view-
The dead can see
That through you,
Is lived their legacy.
Together again you'll be-
Inevitably.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
Six years have since ensued
And yet, the right words...
Persist to elude.
It' a grim day-
hard to fit the mood.
And if I wasn't slim paid,
Her name I'd get tattooed.
I know its hard not to cry,
Or keep emotions subdued.
I swear I dab my eye,
Whenever I think of Her food.
But I know the dead can view-
The dead can see
That through you,
Is lived their legacy.
Together again you'll be-
Inevitably.