I live in the memories of all the things
that we said we’d do
but never did
They replay in my head
the way I wish they played
in real life
And now I can’t separate
dreams from reality
inside my mind
By: Lindsey Lazarte
Tag: Poem
“Death of the Living”
Perhaps the worst death to mourn
Is the death of those still living
The death of friendships and romances
Or families torn apart
Due to the natural causes of life
By: Lindsey Lazarte
