Flowers For the Dead

People only give flowers to the dead
But I'd rather give them to the living
That way they can be smelt 
And the person knows they've been given

I get closer to my death with each day that goes by
I just hope that when I go, my loved ones don't cry
I hope they tell me how they feel, so I leave knowing
And while I'm here I Hope its something they keep showing

We all say things we don't mean
But some are too prideful to take it back
We hide our feelings, and won't chase our dreams
Instead of creating a future, you're wasting time trying to save the past

If you love someone let them know, put down your pride
Let your truth breathe and drown the lies
Being afraid isn't an option, it's your last chance to be brave
You can either kiss your freedom, or dance as a slave

Make them feel special, do everything you can to get them close
If you truly love them, then don't let them go
Hold on to the things treasure most
Today could be your last time seeing them, you never know

Tomorrow is never guaranteed
make sure you choose your words carefully
Make sure your loved ones know how you feel
While you get the chance show them its real

People give flowers to the dead when they can't be smelt
People try to hug those gone, when your arms can't be felt
I'd rather give my flowers to the living
That way they'll be appreciated and the person knows they've been given
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Kinch  Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 4:07 PM
This is definitely a 7. Always too late when someone has passed over. I'm with you....flowers are for the living......along with our love and kindness.
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