If tears could write a story, then this is written for you.
Please excuse the sorrow that will naturally flow through.
They will write the memories, ones of wrong and right.
Also leaving a brand, of the laughter and the fight.
The times we did embrace, tears will trace these too.
Of sorrow and of happiness, my tears will write for you.
I cannot cry you back, impossible this may seem.
But you have live and died, at last your soul has been.
Every breath I take, it is harder than the first.
Leaving me immobile with a heart about to burst.
Missing you is painful, more so than any death.
But this cannot bring you back, you have taken your final breath.
If tears could show emotion, then many will flow on.
The feeling of close love, a feeling that’s never wrong.
You were the best friend that ever has been to me.
Now you’re not here, your soul is finally free.
Pain rips through me just as does a flood.
My soul is missing a piece and icy is my blood.
If only were here to sing with me today.
And hold me close in content, I’d never go astray.
You eased my every fear, no longer did they haunt.
But death was good for you, the devil looks to taunt.
I feel a flood of calm, when blow the summer breeze.
This feels so like you ad this my soul does ease.
2 people on this earth, closer than soul and heart.
To know you’re no longer here, my heart just rips apart.
No longer to whisper secrets ones of truth and depth.
You’re too far gone now, out of reach and breadth.
If tears could write a story, mine have written one for you.
I cannot force them back anymore, they have fallen through.
One last message though, before the books complete.
I love you and I miss you, even this death cant defeat.