Go to sleep and give those blurry eyes a rest,
Don't cry over my dead body when I go,
Remember all those special times we shared,
Think of summer's grass and winter's snow.
Remember this poem; my last goodbye,
And know that it was all for the best,
Read my short story with a million words,
And know that my star will shine brighter then the rest.
Smile when you find I have passed away,
And celebrate the life I lived so solemnly,
Forget I'm dead, you'll forget me soon anyway,
My blurry eyes wont awaken from my eternal sleep. |
