A Funeral For Thoughts.

A really powerful poem, sad and familiar.

beck medina

Please be quiet, sir

This is a funeral for thoughts.

Even though, her eyes do know

And scream, “I kid you not.”

Leave her alone

Let her walk home

She cannot take the hurt.

And as you stare

You see that she wears

Her fifteenth-favorite skirt.

For you, her smile faded

Her heart now rooms with Sorrow

So if you must say anything

Just bid her a good ‘morrow.

For you, she waited days

And silence was all she got

But your lips, do part their ways

And whisper, “forget me not.”

Please be quiet, sir

She can sustain you not.

Even though, your words do flow

This is a funeral for thoughts.

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