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The Way The World Forgot You


Sometimes I see you in my dreams

When I do, I hug you a little tighter

because I already know

When I open my eyes

You would be gone

 

Not because you weren't real 

but because you passed on

quiet, not loud

like the kind of quiet

that still lingers in the room 

though I wish that were true

 

I wish heaven had a phone

So maybe I could hear your voice

or maybe at least just a little noise.

I wish I could tell you what you've missed 

but then again you probably wouldn't wanna know

what man mom kissed.

it's the way the world forgot you

that I don't understand,

It feels like just yesterday

you were right here holding my hand.

 

The photos fade faster then I thought 

they hardly say your name anymore

like your a closed door.

 

I still talk to you

In the quiet corners of my mind 

when the sun slips through my window,

or when I hear the word kind.

The world forgot you, but I remain

still carrying pieces of your name.

Everytime the glass shines through 

I see myself but I see you too.

 

 

 

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Deeply personal grief about deceased loved one; autobiographical mourning

SparseMeasureDense

Multiple interwoven ideas: dreams, loss, memory, fading photos, continued connection

DarkSentimentBright

Predominantly sorrowful with moments of tender love; grief-centered emotion

StillEnergyExplosive

Contemplative, mournful tone; quiet intensity rather than explosive

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 28 lines; falls in 16-30 range

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Strong metaphors (closed door, glass reflection); personification; some ornamental phrasing

LyricVoiceDramatic

Pure lyric internal voice; direct address to deceased; intimate first-person grief

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