My mind is a wonderland.
it drifts from one side of reality,
to the side of myths.
reality is so depressing.
you're not here.
a tombstone writes your name,
as the minster sings your song.
we listen quietly while dying inside ourselves.
as tears ran down our faces,
we remember every little detail,
every inch of your being,
we'll miss it,
but we know it was real.
all the smiles,
the laughs and giggles.
every part of your soul will never be forgotten.
i think thats what you'd want the most.
never be forgotten.
