If ive long got over it..

A Poem by Porcelain

R.I.P nanan ♥

Why are these memories so damn vivid?
Why do everytime i think of your smile,
I cry.
I die a little more inside.
If ive long got over it,
Why does it hurt to remember?
Why does my heart rip when i hear your name?
I cry.
I die a little more inside.
If theres a heaven for you, and no more hell,
Why do i feel like it wasnt the right time,
Just one more day, Just one more day,
I want to scream, to think of all the things you dream.
Or dreamed.
But i hold it all inside. Weeping now. Weeping then.
Every so often.
If ive long got over it,
Why do i die a little more inside?