The Tears Haven't Started Falling Yet
To remember and never forget in the good times we met.
Hurried with a quickness and abruptness.
A death with suddenness.
Remember what we loved and what we hate about ourselves.
What we did we say with regret.
As the tears haven't started falling yet.
But overcoming it with a single thought of the better place you went.
As hoping our repentance can bring us there.
With a promise we swear.
Knowing not who is listening.
But not even caring.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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