All I can do is dream of
Dream of how your smile shined through even the darkest nights.
Now they're are only pictures

These words are the anchor
That helped you sink to the bottom the sea

Scream my name in bubbles
And maybe ill bring you roses

Fold your arms and put your foot in your mouth for this one

Breath in slowly for this maybe your last

My blood began to gather in the palm of your hands
Now it’s my turn
I stood and watch as the bubbles settled
It was beautiful

Screaming at your funeral wears me out

There’s no coming back
And people will thank me later



 
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