last time

This poem is about my grandpa dying.

The last time I saw your eyes it made me want to cry. Cause I won't see you again not till i die. Every time you use to hug me i felt your warmth inside. Don't think that you'er hurting me because your'er not. It's just the things I feel inside. It was your time to go because god said so. I can feel your heart beat when i cry and you said everything will be alright. I pray all the time to tell you goodnight. Goodbye. :(

Reviews

[Eye Q the Blac Poet]

You had flashbacks during the hour of your grandfather death. You were soaking in the moments knowing that it has come to an end. But even if you don't physically see your grandfather in the physical world, he is still with you. Don't disappoint him.

[Aarea]

This is beautiful poetry, and very heartfelt. Good job. I can tell you are an experienced poet.

[vido.]

An honest sober piece and I'm sorry about your grandfather. x