most of my poems are about my friend who died at the tender age of 13. we wern't with him when he died but the day before i knew that it would be the last time i saw him. And the cuddle i got and the words he shared told me he believed this too. |
I think back to my wedding day,
And i start to shed a tear...
I'm frightened to let you
Close again...
I could feel the water in my eye,
The day you said your final goodbye...
Why does it hurt?
It feels so bad...
You were only 13
But your time ran out...
The memories of someone you have loved and lost will only die if you stop thinking about them and stop laughing about the good times gone. |
Whenever there is love in a relationship there can never be a happy ending. |