Little angel,
I hope you hear my heart.
For my memories are kept away,
Only to be torn apart.
Reminiscing out loud is like a pin dropping,
Awkward silence causing resentment.
I say your name so fluently in stories,
Dig myself holes for them to ask me how old?...
I have to explain your not here to hold.
Get that look of sympathy ,
Like living at a constant funeral.
Constant looks of sorrow,
Watch them all go.
As i try to grow,
And get your story told.
Keeping you alive,
Is my fight to be alive.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
Little angel,
I hope you hear my heart.
For my memories are kept away,
Only to be torn apart.
Reminiscing out loud is like a pin dropping,
Awkward silence causing resentment.
I say your name so fluently in stories,
Dig myself holes for them to ask me how old?...
I have to explain your not here to hold.
Get that look of sympathy ,
Like living at a constant funeral.
Constant looks of sorrow,
Watch them all go.
As i try to grow,
And get your story told.
Keeping you alive,
Is my fight to be alive.
they all promise to be there come out the blue for a funeral or a facebook post ,clout baiting on them special dates but wont let you speak they're name for they're own shame and self blame is such a hot flame
i need to continue as if he was just a character out bed time book