Once told me that as you get
older you fear death less.
I couldn’t believe this was true.
Precious, he took his own life.
Now must wander between the heavens
His life was never a whisper.
And I remember he once told me, that
I should never be scared of living.
He told me to just fear,
these subtle beautiful moments.
He said death is but a melody waiting
to be sung.
Precious, once promised.
He promised he would come back to
the only way, designed for mankind.
But precious left.
He is no longer here,
Once, when we were 15 he said we
would see the world together.
I guess he lied, even though I
knew he never meant to.
And so sometimes when the sun
bites at my skin, making me feel warm.
I remember, he once told me.
Beautiful and simple moments like