Wolf
10-02-2005, 12:05 AM
I was trying to go to sleep and this poem popped into my head so I decided to get on the computer and type it out so I'd remember it.
On a side note, this all happened more than half a year ago:
"Your uncle was found dead today"
My hands begin to shake.
Two months later grandma dies,
they say its from heartbreak.
Memories of good times fill my head,
as I begin to cry,
Why is it the ones we love,
who always #@$%ing die?
On a side note, this all happened more than half a year ago:
"Your uncle was found dead today"
My hands begin to shake.
Two months later grandma dies,
they say its from heartbreak.
Memories of good times fill my head,
as I begin to cry,
Why is it the ones we love,
who always #@$%ing die?