adrian rosales


Death of a Friend


At night I always see that star,
always shining bright and blue.
I will always remember the way you are,
thats why that star shall now be you.

For I am sad that you are gone,
my eyes will draw tears of loss.
I liked the way we used to bond,
thats why those tears will be of cost.

Submitted: Friday, April 29, 2011
Edited: Saturday, May 07, 2011

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  • Unwritten Soul (4/29/2011 11:43:00 PM)

    This will be great tribute o your friend, this is same thing i felt before still feel it now..it's like the death is always come and invite anyone anytime any age and anywhere...This is so good and i can say this is very sentimental with great wishes when look upon the star-Unwritten SOul (Report) Reply

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