Comments about Sierra Staten
Petals of Death
With each year gone.
You place another rose upon the earth just for me.
You hold the pictures almost forgotten a little tighter.
The love is everlasting.
'Till it hurts and there's only more.
A wish upon a wish in the center of loneliness-
You look at yourself and ask 'why didn't I save her? '
And the only answer: 'because I couldn't when it mattered the most.'