• Truth is

    by  • April 9, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 1 Comment

    It hurts to mention your name.
    It hurts to see my father cry, and pour another drink.
    It hurts to see that no one writes your name down with love like i did.
    It hurts to know you’re not here. Boy does it hurt.
    It hurts to be in a room.
    I miss you.
    Boy do I miss you.
    I have to believe in heaven because if I didn’t.
    Then I wouldn’t see you again,
    And you’d die not knowing how much you left, and didn’t know you were loved.

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      April 9, 2014 at 4:49 pm


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