The sun shone bright /clear/ beautiful
on the day of your funeral
I told you I had wrote something
/never worried/ it might hurt
After all, what could you feel,
other than the biting familiarity of death's kiss
I told you I'd find it a home
empty words for someone /not there/
Speaking of empty words spoken
allow me to bring up the thousands left unspoken
Not that you would have known
the over dramatics
Always on the edge of my lips
guarding my heart, mind, soul with quips
How could you have known
/how/could/you/have/known/
After all, you were /never there/
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