I wish I could bury the thought of you,
the memory
Six feet below.
I wish I could make your words from an echo,
into nothingness.
I hope that one day
I could bury my hope
That I'll never be able to shove the thought of you
Six feet below.
YOU ARE READING
NORMAL THINGS | Poetry
PoetryMy thoughts are too crazy to be said. And too loud to be unheard. ~ A Collection of Revised Poetry ~
