Just because you're under the ground
It doesn't mean you died
I mean, obviously you did
But not in my mind.
Your presence still lingers
In my thoughts flitting by
And due to that tainting
I declare you still alive.
I feel you in the breeze
Haunting my slow steps
Heading back to the sea
I'd like to believe.
But the truth is to me
That you live on in words
Because if I behold that
It doesn't so much hurt.
I could write a thousand things
And as long as they aren't burned
You live on, you live more
Forever and ever
On a page of A4.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
Just because you're under the ground
It doesn't mean you died
I mean, obviously you did
But not in my mind.
Your presence still lingers
In my thoughts flitting by
And due to that tainting
I declare you still alive.
I feel you in the breeze
Haunting my slow steps
Heading back to the sea
I'd like to believe.
But the truth is to me
That you live on in words
Because if I behold that
It doesn't so much hurt.
I could write a thousand things
And as long as they aren't burned
You live on, you live more
Forever and ever
On a page of A4.
