in truth no one truly dies
they live on in polaroid colors
and stolen memories
i knew a boy with eyes
that never left the ground
he holds a letter
that i wrote
that piece of me lives on
where don't know
i've been to that girl's funeral
the boy she knew is buried
in an unmarked grave
it read
CAUSE OF DEATH: UNKNOWN
her's told a story
yet they are not dead
quite yet
our voices are ghosts
woven by recordings
secrets whispered by old friends
death is incurable
YOU ARE READING
Inside of Me
PoetryPoems and words from inside of me. Some are random thoughts, others are pictures painted with words and some are a little bit of both.
