by jessica Feb 26, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
I once had one, just like everybody else-It went away-I remember the day, story and cold-He was my protector-Lifting me high above the trees-His rough hands an my soft skin- His tattooed muscles underneath his work shirt- His smile so bright and warming- I came home with mom- We were walking up the driveway-You were nowhere to be found-I was told to play outside with Josh- |
by CY GINDLE
Wow this poem broke my heart |