Perfect night, everyone's happy.
It's Prom and you are getting ready.We are all excited until you get that call. The one that says "I'm sick I cant go." You feel so bad because you know she lied.
You tell us to go and have a good time. Come and see you and we will hang out when we are done.
But your upset and while we are all out, you take that gun and shoot your head. We miss you and we are sorry for what she did. We miss you very much.
This poem is dedicated to my friend Trent, This really happened so be careful when you make a promise.
