Deep Sound

Now that you are gone It feels like roots from a tree missing 
Never had the chance 2 say goodbye 
No interest on heritage
But blooms missing
Pain is reality
Paint is a picture off the view
That was something I never knew
Till the day
Losing you
Now that you are six feet under
It feels like bugs using you 2 feed 4 a thunder
Without loving you
I miss the truth from you.

The real meanings off words
The real feelings off love
The real acting off respect
Gone like bambis mother
But my heart still sees your true coloured and beautiful view.