6 FEET.
when they look at your grave, six feet under tears long cried....long dried, now they wonder,
as the soil slowly trickles from their hands, as your coffin, once sleek, shiny, is covered in dirt,
as they try to grasp at the failing memories,...futile attempts...of the good times they had with you, the laughter,...so happy...
they give one last sigh as they leave as if in slow motion, one after the other with mixed emotions,
some angry that u left so soon, with no warning, others happy, they swoon...elated that you're gone,
the family you left behind, dejected, lost, in a state of confusion now
that you are gone,
now that you are,
six feet under.
as the soil slowly trickles from their hands, as your coffin, once sleek, shiny, is covered in dirt,
as they try to grasp at the failing memories,...futile attempts...of the good times they had with you, the laughter,...so happy...
they give one last sigh as they leave as if in slow motion, one after the other with mixed emotions,
some angry that u left so soon, with no warning, others happy, they swoon...elated that you're gone,
the family you left behind, dejected, lost, in a state of confusion now
that you are gone,
now that you are,
six feet under.
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