Dead but never gone. RIP peter arthur.

A casket fillet with dreams,
Years left to be fulfilled
Death took away the happiness
No thought for what it killed.

Memories and photographs
are all that do remain,
but even reminiscing
hearts still ache the same.

You taught so many lessons
More than Ill understand,
How can you be gone now
Due to something so unplanned?

Walking by that empty classroom
Makes tears steadily fall,
What once was filled with laughter
Is just an opening in the wall.

Buried underneath the ground
You cant change whats been done
But you know what they say
Only the good die young.