My Obituary

by 4EvErMaKeBeLiEvE   Feb 22, 2008


This morning at about half past eleven
A young soul was rejected from heaven
At the innocent age of 14
Carved in each wrist was the letter T
She left a note to tell us why
She decided she wanted to die
'With out him I have no hope
My heart is permantly broke
If you would like to send flowers I prefer black
Because a heart and a soul is what I lack'

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  • 16 years ago

    by FountainsOfBlood

    Love the rhyming, although your syllables could be stronger used, if that makes sense... if not, just ignore me lol.

    but yeah, very nice poem =] althought its a sad tale =[

    5/5
    ~FountainsOfBlood

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