To *****.

by Foresaken_Tears   Sep 12, 2004


To *****,

I don't know where you are tonight
I hope that you can read this
I cant comprehend the fact that you're gone
The confusion just seems endless

I know Ive not seen you in six whole months
But it wont make it hurt any less
I cant tell you how much pain I'm feeling now
Or how silence rings inside my head

I remember all the silly things
like your ring tone and your shampoo
I know these things happen every day
But this time it was you

I'm turning it over and over inside
But I just cant accept this is real
Or that *** has no sister anymore
Cant imagine how that must feel

I don't want to think about how you died
But the image wont leave my eyes
I want to be told that you left with no pain
But I hear all your startled cries

I cant blame the drivers - it wasn't their faults
And of course it was not down to you
Yet someone, that dark night, took your life
Within seconds your days were through

You were good with the horses, I longed for your looks
And your hair was that gorgeous deep brown
And all I want is to hug you again
Dream you're not buried deep underground

I'm sorry I cant sum it up in a poem
There's no words for what I want to say
But Id like you to know that I'll miss you forever
And in my hearts where you'll stay.

R.I.P ***** ... I'm so sorry this poems so bad but i have no other way of freeing these emotions. I miss you and I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch all that well but at one point we were good friends. I know there's people who miss you more than me and my heart goes out to them, *** especially... I hope you can see this wherever you are and I hope its a fitting tribute. I'm sorry it had to end this way. Goodbye xxx

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  • 20 years ago

    by Chloe

    I'm really sorry for what happened, I really am :'( The poem had so much emotions in it....Great work.
    xxx

  • 20 years ago

    by Unseen Exposure


    I'm extremely sorry for your loss. And your poem was not bad at all ... it was heart felt and real. It held real emotions, real pain, and real words. There is nothing to be ashamed of ... God bless.

  • 20 years ago

    by Andrea

    this poem is not bad. nothing you write is ever bad when you are expressing yourself! always remember that!