I don't like to talk about you
Because the day you died
Was the day I did too
You were such a good person
And in a way, this is me mourning
Because I was too young to realise
What sadness was
You were a buried memory
I had hidden
Because it hurt too much to say
Now you're a memory
And I can finally cry about the day
I lost you
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Shout out to Divine, I don't talk about you. Heck, I've even forgotten you, but we were such good friends and I'll never forget the childhood memories you gave me.
I'm not a big sentimental person but I hope your doing okay up in heaven.
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
