Beca's truth
If your truth isThe truth
Than it is a sad day
And feels as if your hand
Is slipping from the glove
With fingers gripped by
Ours
If your truth is true
Than what we could have known better
will be missed
And the fleeting words spread
With your hands
And our hands
Will be archived forever
In memories
On screens
In thoughts
In songs
In laughs
If your truth is true
Than
I wish you lied to us
Comments (16)
Thanks for finding the words.
She's been facing her mortality... I'm sure that's affected at least some of her behavior here... it has to.
Is there a life after this life? A question each of us will take seriously some day (in my opinion).
Instead of living to get old, I will prefere to LIVE til I die...
I would say, I prefer to have some notice to make amends. To know the last day, to speak words that would be left ussaid if death takes us without warning.
I know we take life for granted. I know I am guilty of not appreciating life.
Ironically, I appreciate an other's life, and I am selfish, wanting another to live.
It`s alwayes the survivers that`s left with the pain...