I was always more of a writer.
12/7/13
And I don't know if I should miss and mourn you when you die,
Or live life pretending you're still alive,
If I should be that sad and angered soul,
Or that insane old man who could never let go,
Haunting reality by living in the past,
By holding on to the lost, sadness forever last,
Should I weep day by day and accept the tears,
Or cry joyfully for I am closer near
An angel, for up in Heaven, that's what you would have become,
Should I keep you alive like the light of the sun?
Or hide behind the dark clouds with the moon,
Fading in the shadows of noon,
To rejoice your life or mourn your loss,
Either way I'd be insane without you here.