People say the grass is greener on the other side,
Although I know that isn’t true,
And I will tell you exactly why.
The grass is never greener when it comes to the grave,
The grass simply can’t be greener,
When someone you love passes away.
The grass can’t be greener I say,
Because if It was,
I would’ve been in that hospital that day.
I would’ve said goodbye,
Maybe that would make me less guilty,
And less prone to cry.
If the grass was greener you’d still be here,
Id go to your house,
And you’d never disappear.
But the grass is dead, there’s no life by your grave,
The flowers delivered are all wilted.
If the grass was greener your death would have been delayed
If you wouldn't have died
You would’ve stuck around,
And held me as I cried.
How can the grass be greener when you aren’t here,
It can’t be, you won’t be at my wedding,
And then who will wipe my tears?
You won’t be around when I find the one,
You won’t be here at all,
Not even when I have my first son.
So the grass can’t be greener or maybe I'm wrong,
I died the grass green,
So in my life? I could move on.
The grass is a fake green it's not real,
It's all just chemicals,
That is designed to make you feel again, feel.
Although the green is pretty toxic you know,
It hides the death and grief,
As humans we tend to know.
The flowers on the grave aren’t really real,
They are all artificial,
Intended to make a person feel.
A person feel that they did their best,
But then death gets its grip,
And gives every victim rest.
The grass is really not better at all,
I wish you were here,
I wish nothing but one last call.
“Hey! My name is Bria! I've written poetry for as long as I can remember! I've always loved how beautiful my pain could be personified. I love writing and Jesus so much! I would love to thank everyone who has helped me become who I am today. Whether that be "haters" or people who love me, both have made a good impact on me.”
-Bria Lentner
I always enjoy another good young poet, and this is not an exception. This heartfelt poem hits home with the death of my relative, and how I coped.
“I died the grass green,
So in my life? I could move on.
The grass is a fake green it's not real,
It's all just chemicals,
That is designed to make you feel again, feel.”
This stood out to me, fake it till you make it, huh? But I think you must move on, grass is still grass, even if it’s held with an artificial cast for a while. It takes time for the real grass to grow between the cracks of the artificial ground, but it will be green- real green- again, always.