When I’m six feet in the ground
and all the little bugs
dig through to my brain
they will have a taste of you
they will get visions of you
they will smell what you smelt like
With each bite, every nibble
they will learn how I yearn
to say your name one more time
to feel your infinite touch
When they’re done
my brain eaten through
they will know what it’s like
to experience unimaginable wonders
of what it was to love you
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Isabella Walker
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Aww, the love in this poem 🥰 Thanks for sharing~
I should bury myself in the ground too! Awesome work!