On that Saturday day, She lied there in dismay. Making little sounds, She did not cry aloud.
He said he loved her more than anythng, What such bullshit words can have very little meaning.
Oh how she fell in love with him quickly, The thorns on her rose were old and prickly. They went out for about a year, They're love was so sincere.
During the month of December, Was an event she didn't want to remember. The man she loves life came to an end, There she lost a lover, and a good friend.
Altough the loss was very painful and filled with anger, In Heaven she will reunite with that same old stranger.
Living.dead.Suicidal.Girl · Mon Jan 15, 2007 @ 08:02pm · 0 Comments |