It's easy to see that I'm not over you,
I wonder in the underworld, if you see it too.
As for mistakes I know I have made a few
Too many, yet I swear to it that my heart speaks true.
Tell me when you are sent to heaven and get your wings,
You will see to it that I'm not alone,
For I feel I can't sleep at night,
Just waiting for you to come home.
We are in this world for just a short while,
Dying incomplete is not my style,
Tell me that everything between us is okay,
So that I can carry on forever everyday.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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