Sometimes I miss you. The music from the speakers the only thing to fill the blanks of a rotating fan. The rhythm to ease the silence. Remembrance of how you sound, Sometimes I miss you. Negating myself with quick tugs & pulls. I hang at your leisure. Drawn to life at the rise of your head I am lost without you
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. They capture our life up until death, So our soul and life lives on. But I wonder, who will see what's after them and maybe what's before? History class seems boring, all those old stories. I wonder, what if we were the history? And it was our picture in place of their's? Would we feel the same, thinking our stories are boring? They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
Be remembered with smile and make sure history won't be boring