Lying In My Crematory
One day, my hair will turn gray,
And my skin will sag,
My legs will shiver when I walk;
And for the last time, I'll look back
To the memories we made.
The way we shared our lives,
The way we laughed & cried
Through the waves of our lives;
Those smiles on my lips
When we used to text late at night.
Now it's the last day of my life,
I'm wondering where you are.
I'm still full of hope,
Hoping that your voice will come from behind
And stop me from dying once again,
Like the way you once bloomed my drying heart.
Copyright © Aniket Prakash | Year Posted 2024
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