Every Tear

April 17, 2009
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was full of
remorse
seeing the casket
couldn’t look inside
too much pain

standing in a circle
heaving sobs
quaking our insides
too much
pain

every tear
is in remembrance
of what we did
together
of what
we should have
done
what i took
for granted

among the icy stares of the
statues
and dead grass
we lay the most fresh
flowers
and wait
for the box to sink
six feet
under

can’t watch
can’t think of it
as her
too
much
pain





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Brittany V. said...
May 2, 2009 at 10:39 pm
AH-MAY-ZINGG. :]
 
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