I will meet someone special
That string of hope I cling onto that, that someone special will make me special and not the other way around
Someone who makes me want to hold a pen again
To engrave my deepest apologies on a sheet of paper to the dead souls that once used to linger all around me
Someone I will fall in love with
Someone who will see me as me and not an illustration of somebody else they couldn't have
Someone I will meet on a nice sunny day or on a cold winter snow shower, with cheek and lips a light color of pink and red
Someone I truly love and not just pretend to
Someone I can smile at with eyes shining with butterflies in my stomach
Someone special who will look at me like I am the greatest treasure they will ever have
Someone special with whom with time all my perfections will be replaced with imperfections but still they will love me the same
Someone who will love me all the same even if I died the next day
Someone who will cry at my funeral and laugh with me at my wedding
Someone who will cry with me and not for me so that I don't feel guilty when I am finally gone
And when I am finally gone and forgotten I want them to remember me in their prayers so maybe someday I might smile at them
And tell him that ''look you really did a great job finding me that one''
Now that I am gone I want you to smile.
VOUS LISEZ
Dead Souls She Ones Loved
PoésieThe sky tuned red. The sun sinking deeper into the core of the ocean. The black curling in while the yellow disappeared behind the massive blue. She felt numb, feeling herself deep under water. The dying sun's final rays falling on her reached out h...
