Your not really thereMature

I wrote this for my grandad after he passed :(

I know your dead,
There without me,
I cry in my bed,
Hoping i'll see,
What's in my head.

Your prensence your smile,
Your warming heart,
Cheered me up from the start,
But we were torn so far apart,
Your not really there.

We're talking and sharing,
I thought i could see,
See you staring,
Is it all inside of me?
Your not really there.

I'm still dreaming,
Don't know what I'm feeling,
But I know I'm believing,
Is it all real?
Because your not really there.

The End

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