I'm gonna miss you, when you leave,
When you turn your back on me,
You don't hear me say Please.
Why you gotta leave boy?
Isn't this live good enough for you?
Or is it you gotta chew it, spit it out,
Stomp it in the dust?
Why do you gotta go?
Isn't it way to soon?
I mean, c'mon, I JUST finished blowign up the ballons!
I wish you could stay,
I wish I could say,
all the things I felt,
When you were around,
But now you've left me standing here,
all by myself, on the ground..
When you turn your back on me,
You don't hear me say Please.
Why you gotta leave boy?
Isn't this live good enough for you?
Or is it you gotta chew it, spit it out,
Stomp it in the dust?
Why do you gotta go?
Isn't it way to soon?
I mean, c'mon, I JUST finished blowign up the ballons!
I wish you could stay,
I wish I could say,
all the things I felt,
When you were around,
But now you've left me standing here,
all by myself, on the ground..
This poem reflects about, well, my life on Gaia. My friend left, and now, I know nothing. I do not know if he's getting better, whats wrong, why he hasn't been on.... It makes me soo upset. I wish I could've gotten his e-mail. Even, he's... Address or Phone #. To late now I suppose....
