Someone might know…
\nWhat its like…<\/p>\n
To have a hole in your heart,
\nTo have loss,
\nTo cry at night…
\nbecause something special isn’t there
\nanymore…<\/p>\n
Someone might know<\/p>\n
To think about death
\nmore often than you used to,
\nthat things die everyday,
\nand when we are born,
\nwe’re already on our way to death.<\/p>\n
To wish for someone,
\nwho will be there for you,
\nwhen your down,
\nto help you up…<\/p>\n
To never know,
\nall the answers to a question…<\/p>\n
Someone might know…
\nor not…<\/p>\n
By Grace<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Someone might know… What its like… To have a hole in your heart, To have loss, To cry at night… because something special isn’t there anymore… Someone might know To think about death more often than you used to, that things die everyday, and when we are born, we’re already on our way to death. … <\/p>\n