Short poem I wrote in honor of Cory Monteith. It refers to Lea Michelle
Rest in peace, love. You will be missed :(
She's speechless in the worst way
Her reality has now turned into a hopeless dream
The girl who was planning a wedding will now be planning a funeral
She will wear black instead of white
She will kiss his gravestone instead of kissing him at the alter
She'll spend the rest of her days in grief
Waiting, wondering if he will ever return to her arms
Wishing to see him again even if only for a minute
Wishing that he was still here
That he wasn't dead
But he didn't die
He took the midnight train going anywhere