Dagger in my Heart
When you left this planet,
many people said,
"that you're not really gone,
nor far away, nor dead."
I've heard it from many people;
and I guess I believe it's true,
that I should really be so grateful,
for having so many years, of loving you.
But sometimes that's hard to remember
because in my reality,
the only thing I have left of you,
is a deep painful memory.
I don't really know now,
why, I'm writing this
guess it doesn't really matter,
it's you, your life, & presence I miss.
Sometimes when no one's looking,
there's a bloody dagger in my heart;
& after the pain subsides, I realize
I'm trying to turn my pain, into art.
many people said,
"that you're not really gone,
nor far away, nor dead."
I've heard it from many people;
and I guess I believe it's true,
that I should really be so grateful,
for having so many years, of loving you.
But sometimes that's hard to remember
because in my reality,
the only thing I have left of you,
is a deep painful memory.
I don't really know now,
why, I'm writing this
guess it doesn't really matter,
it's you, your life, & presence I miss.
Sometimes when no one's looking,
there's a bloody dagger in my heart;
& after the pain subsides, I realize
I'm trying to turn my pain, into art.
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