i miss the way you looked at me
i miss the way you talked
i miss the way you comforted me
i miss our hart to harts
i dont go to the your grave because
i dont think that your there
like i dont go to chrch to worship god
i find that the person
i knew
i loved
i cared for
i played games with
is still around
just because your not here nan
dosent mean your not around
it also dosent mean that i cant talk to you
the way i did
i just put death as
is going in the next room
meaning your in the next life
so what im gonna say i love you
and i still play the games
i picture you there
all my thoughts and memores are still fresh
i still remember your words you said
dont give up trying
dont let life bring you down
dont let anyone tell you that you are not
do that and then die srong
see i remember
good night nan
love you with all my hart
xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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