My obsequies
You meant so much for me,
that there was nothing void.
Your smile with those pigtails
is the most I enjoyed.
You may not have the idea,
that now all my tears has run dry.
I want to live to see you,
but my heart is wants me to die.
It would been better if a grave,
had my heart inside it.
It would been better if the desires
were buried deep inside it.
Even for my obsequies,
you may not participate.
But this soul will wait for,
a wreath with your nameplate.
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