If I die young, don’t cry, be happy Think what I’d wish you’d be and go out and be A short life I always had in mind My time was enough to see The world filled with love The world that hated me But that’s how it is One time it’s good Other times it’s bad So if I die, don’t be sad Be always, always happy instead And don’t waste your tears on me My life started out as a comedy but ended in a tragedy The mind fooled and used as a tool My heart played with like a ball But don’t worry I was sent away with the words of a love song In this short life I had enough time And if I die young just bury me in a bed of roses Throw me in the river and let me float If I die young don’t mind Brothers , sisters, mother, father All of you don’t worry anymore I will watch over all of you, I will guard you Maybe I died young , but that’s to give all of you time Time to think about what life is And how funny it is When you think about it How everyone starts to listen when you die young.
Srdjan Solkotovic(Srđan Šolkotović) is a young aspiring author born on the 6th of January, 1993. Currently owner of The Writing Hut and literature student, a writer born in Serbia, raised by multinational parents (Serbian/Wallachian father and Romanian mother).The first time I was interested in writing was around the age of 12. It seemed fun to create worlds that people enjoyed to read about. Writers are amazing, creating with only pen and paper. Like playing god.Most of my works are of a poetic nature but I have written and published some erotica. Now I have a few projects that I will work on and I hope that you will enjoy reading them when they are finished.
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