StaceyLeigh Olner

(9/2/1992 / burton-upon-trent)

Out of site but not out of mind


Why should we,
Forget those we love?
Just because the are unseen,
By others around,
Doesn't mean they are not there,
And you have moved on and forgotten them,
Just because they are unseen,
And you and others can't see them,
Don't mean they are not there with you,
Because they are still there,
In everything you do,
And everywhere you go,
They are invisible,
The memories and pictures,
Are still there,
So why should we forget our loved ones,
Just because they are unseen,
There spirit will forever and always live on.

Wrote about loosing a loved one, but they are still there even if they aint seen.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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