Memory
#2 of Poetry
When i had heard that Narse's mate athus had passed way, i felt terrible for his loss. I personally did not know him. I know that he was a major influence.
Breaking out in tears
The sorrow
wraps around our souls like snakes
The stars falling down
like snow on a december day
Its so hard to believe
that you're gone
So many memories we shared
both good and bad
screaming out your name
i hear you whisper back
Don't cry my love
One day i promise
We will be reunited again
So hold on
and i promise you
one day we will meet each other
on the other side