Sunshine
A poem about not being able to let go.
If I were to die
I know I would be okay
But would you cry?
Would you still love me each and everyday?
Would you cry scream and throw a fit?
Or would you just sit?
I know for each passing day where you have been gone I could never let go, not even The slightest bit.
I know I would be okay
But would you cry?
Would you still love me each and everyday?
Would you cry scream and throw a fit?
Or would you just sit?
I know for each passing day where you have been gone I could never let go, not even The slightest bit.
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