Nicole Rawls

(December 2,1992 / South Carolina)

Desiree


She was my friend,
And she was young. She was
Always there for
Me to talk to and loads of fun.
Almost like a sister you’ve
Never had. And now that she’s
Gone I miss her oh
So bad. She was beautiful
And kind. And always
Had a loving heart.
But had a somewhat
Sad smile. It’s just
Makes me cry because
I know I wont see you
For a long while.
If only I was there
That night to be the
One who got smashed by
The car, It would
Have been me lying on the tar.
But we would all be fine.
We would all be alive.
What did I do for
God to choose for you
To die?

Submitted: Monday, December 15, 2008

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  • Dakotah French (7/7/2009 8:20:00 AM)

    that was a long night when the info finally reached balfast but let me tell you our pain will go away the day we pass away and meet her in heaven and wew can all laugh and smile again i love you alot Kota (Report) Reply

  • Elbert Matt Loubser (12/15/2008 8:08:00 AM)

    Your poems are all quite personal and I can see that they stem from the heart. Your pain and love make these poems real and gives the reader much to think about. (Report) Reply

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