The 31rst is the day I love the most

For I turn 16 on this eerie day

Pumpkins littered around the yard

Graveyards mark the troubled souls

Chilling skeletons hang from the door

A night of true delight and fright

Disguised in jest for candies and cake

While presents lie to open under the black tree

What a magnificent day indeed



March eleventh, twenty seventeen

That was when you left me

Your hugs, your smile, your laugh as well

Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t well?

I’m trying hard not to cry

But I hope you’re happy, up in the sky