The flowers are dead
Lie limp upon your casket
Everythings foggy in my head
As rose petals fall from the casket
I hear your mother sobbing
As your father says 'it's okay'
no one has forgotten
that you died on your birthday
I never got to say good-bye
we had our problems but I loved you
now all I can do is cry
for the one lying in the casket is you
It has been a year since that day
your birthday to be exact
happy birthday I must say
&& soon I will have you back...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well I like it so you dont have to worry about people likeing it because im so cool im like twenty ppl. lol great writing