Poem text Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain
Just because I've decided not to think of you anymore, it doesn't mean you won't pop into my mind once in a while. You may be gone and out of my life now, but I'll never stop loving you. Wishing Stars by Lang Leav
You can't make homes out of humans, my life's not a fire to keep you warm. I won't let you in just because you have knocked. If you keep using my heart as your doormat, the next time you'll find that it is locked.