Most of my poems come from ideas that just randomly pop into my head. |
Sit there, stare at the sky
Don't know why but start to cry...
Barely a year has gone by but still I just can't...
To believe that you are gone for good, that it...
When you were diagnosed we had hope, we had a...
The treatments they could offer meant your chance...
So the black dog finally got me
The clouds won't move away...
Shall we leave it all behind?
Run- just me and you...
Did I truly know you?
Why did I not see...
Why give what you will soon take away?
Why speak words that you don't mean to say...