It is easy to Love the Dead. Tears running down your face. Memories of Happy Days. Now their best is good enough. No cloudy skys. True feelings tucked away. Heavens Gates await. There are no Fires. All Sins are forgiven. No talk of Heavy Hands,Biting Words, or Hurt Feelings. Oh how i wish i could talk to You. Im sorry we couldnt be Friends. Days turn into Years. Dried Tears. Got to keep moving. Stopping to read Words on a Stone. They are in a Better Place
now. Gone Home. Dried Tears.

I had to read back on your posts and i found this,another great write.,you are really talented.

thank you very much. I wish I knew what I was doing. I know the punctuation and grammar might not be the best but I try. thank you for your nice words

Tears

Tear fail from grace
Gun on waist
Thinking to self
This well be my last tear
I dont fear
But god
Thought i.had it bad could of had less
Strive for best **** the rest
I feel good to day
Everyday blessed evein my life is a mess i
I made my bed now its time to go to dead