He talked about dying today
He said I would've probably laughed
I giggled at the fake joke
But inside I was crying
As he talked about passing away
A little part of my heart broke
I can't imagine what it would be like
If he wasn't here
It brings silent tears to my eyes
And loud knives to my heart
I wish he knew
That if he died
I would die
Along with him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem