the thought of them turning into nothing
but bones, haunts me
the thought of them turning into ashes
with nothing left behind,
it scares me so fucking much
the world has 7 billion people and counting
I'm more likely to see a shooting star than to meet them again
people say there's a red line that'll connect two souls beyond a life
so that they'll know where to find the other, in another life
but what if it got cut off
that this life will be the one and only life I'll get to hold onto them
I was never afraid of being forgotten
the me who never cries
the me who holds myself up even though my seams are long broken off
but the thought of being erased from their minds
it scares me so much I start to tear
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Poetrythoughts I have when I miss them, writing it all down so I won't forget it just like the way I'll never forget them foreword: I'm in no way using the tags to gain more attention for myself. I'm hoping my writing could bring some sense of closure to...
