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if i die young,
paint my coffin.
splatter it with colour,
so no one can help but think
it's something
passionate and
beautiful and
strong.
cover me in sheet music.
the notes will close around me,
the words of my favourite songs
pressed
against my coffin.
pressed
to my ears.
pressed
to my body.
while i rest for eternity.
and while you're there,
bury me in poetry.
bury me in words
that brought me to tears.
made me show emotion.
bury me in words
that were mine,
when i put pen to paper,
and bled.
bury me at sunrise,
because this is a beginning
it's just a new day.
dress me in a floral print,
one ring,
one necklace.
the ones i always wore.
and do not bring me roses.
bring me dandilions and daisies and
orchids and
sunflowers.
scatter pine needles on my grave,
(but not the pointy kind)
so it will be soft to walk on.
do not bring me to a graveyard,
because
it is a place of
mourning.
and i am not to be mourned
for.
if i die young,
remember,
to me,
it was long.
it was my whole life.
paint my coffin.
splatter it with colour,
so no one can help but think
it's something
passionate and
beautiful and
strong.
cover me in sheet music.
the notes will close around me,
the words of my favourite songs
pressed
against my coffin.
pressed
to my ears.
pressed
to my body.
while i rest for eternity.
and while you're there,
bury me in poetry.
bury me in words
that brought me to tears.
made me show emotion.
bury me in words
that were mine,
when i put pen to paper,
and bled.
bury me at sunrise,
because this is a beginning
it's just a new day.
dress me in a floral print,
one ring,
one necklace.
the ones i always wore.
and do not bring me roses.
bring me dandilions and daisies and
orchids and
sunflowers.
scatter pine needles on my grave,
(but not the pointy kind)
so it will be soft to walk on.
do not bring me to a graveyard,
because
it is a place of
mourning.
and i am not to be mourned
for.
if i die young,
remember,
to me,
it was long.
it was my whole life.
Literature
If I die young
If I die young will you remember
the sound of my laughter?
If I die young will you remember
the tilt of my smile?
If I die young will you remember
the love we shared?
If I die young will you remember
the way I held you close?
If I die young will you remember
the night we had together?
If I die young will you remember
me at all?
Literature
if i die young
"Hey Andrew?" I mumble, sleepily.
"Yeah, baby?" He grumbles back, fighting to stay awake.
"If I die young, can you promise me something?" I ask, almost timidly. It wasn't like I was planning on killing myself or anything, I just wanted someone to know.
"You're not gonna kill yourself are you?" He almost jumps up, but I push him back down and rest my head on his chest.
"No, of course not babe." I laugh lightly, listening to the sound of his heart. "I just want to make sure that no one will wear black to it. Throw a party. Play the songs you'll know I love. Invite hobos to mooch off my food. Oh and, most of all, don't dress me up. I want to
Literature
If I Die Young
If I die young,
take out my worn down,
paperthin heart
with the love letters
to my angel
written in
sapphire and crimson ink.
Give my journals to my mother,
so she can see
the inside of my mind,
if only
for a few hours,
and know that
I adored her.
Let my dog,
Jack,
sleep on my bed
to make up for all the times
I never let him in.
Give my daddy
all my cameras and memory cards
and photographs
to let him see
all the times I wished
that he was there.
Send my grandmother
everything I ever wrote
with a
fine point Sharpie
to show her that
I still think about Grandpa
everyday too.
Then t
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nothing to say... im amazed at how for some reason this reminded me of myself...