I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Monday, December 5, 2016
The Last Place You Go
You are gathered here today to say the last good things
When i read this , at first i had mixed feelings. But now i know why i am still here. May be its a new beginning of saying the best things to each other. So atleast try.
Everything about you is perfect I love your calmness I love the way you think before you act there's nothing about you I don't like. I love your looks and style and your low voice.
You are gathered here today to say the last good things
When i read this , at first i had mixed feelings. But now i know why i am still here.
ReplyDeleteMay be its a new beginning of saying the best things to each other. So atleast try.
The commenter previous to me helped me see this poem as a whole. Thank You.
ReplyDeleteYou gotta remember the good things
ReplyDeleteWhere are you ?
ReplyDeleteI find this so often true in grief. It is so important to rise above the selfishness of mourning to remember in joy. Well said!
ReplyDeleteEverything about you is perfect
ReplyDeleteI love your calmness
I love the way you think before you act
there's nothing about you I don't like. I love your looks and style and your low voice.