I make my days
Of what you hold true
Like yr grandfathers pocket watch
Like your brothers old records
But of the day you wore sadness like a hooded sweatshirt
I only knew to be there for you
To hold yr eyes with mine
To remind you yr more
than what you were forcible told to believe
By a father that held his bottle closer than yr mother
I love you like you can’t
I miss you more than my dead best friend
You will make it through this day
With a undying heart that beats true
For a healing that will make you more
Than you’ll ever know.
