When I die
What will people
remember me by?
Will they remember
the way I smiled?
Or when I said
goodbye?
Is it perhaps the way
I cheated?
Or the time when my
kindness mistreated?
Would all the guys
I’ve fallen before;
Remember me by the
first hello?
Perhaps the moment
our hearts unite?
Or the times I’ve
said this isn’t right?
Would all my friends
visit my funeral?
Even when we’re no
more in verbal?
The girls whom I used
to be close
Might not even send
me a rose
I wonder will they
still miss me
When my soul
incarnate to another mystery
Sometimes I don’t
mind
Because oblivion will
fade in time
But really the heart
refuse to obey
When you were alone
from the very first day
How I wish this and
that and all
But then again it
isn’t my call
To demand people to
remember me by
When there isn’t any
left
To be there on your
death
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