(unkown By Poet At The Moment) Poem by brenan grenney

I feel really guilty about things I have done,
When I think about it I wish there was none,
Something's were good and some were bad,
When I think about you I get sad,
I'm sorry things didn't turn out how you wanted,
Now I'm not talking to dad,
We both said things to each other and we got mad,
I'm sorry I was only there at the end,
But it was you on who I depend,
Shyla you weren't just my sister you were also my friend,
And my love for you shall never end,
I'm always praying to see you or hear your voice once again,
I hope this comes true but don't know when,
When god called your name I said he was wrong,
I want to see you again but don't want to wait too long,
I never got to tell you,
From you I'd never part,
All I've got is memories, photos, these poems and my heart,
I will see you again but don't know when I guess we'll hold on until then.