here i sit thinking of you,
the snow is blowing and jumping about.
waiting for you to come home.
then come a call that brings the angel of death.
...
purple stains.
it never leave sight.
always staring, mocking, eating away.
purple blood stays.
...
i am 13 years old girl and i love reading books, writing my suckish poetry, and playing the beautiful noise of the clarinet. school is boring... i learn through life experiences. i rather live in europe on the coast then in the united states. i hope to be a cook, teacher, social worker, or all three of them.)
To Loose
here i sit thinking of you,
the snow is blowing and jumping about.
waiting for you to come home.
then come a call that brings the angel of death.
who knew technology would bring very unforgettable moments.
to loose a very dear friend or even just a person,
makes the earth stop,
if just for second.
don't loose hope for the memories you haved shared are still
deep inside and dreams will have you believe if for one moment,
that dear human never left.
to loose doesn't mean you shall fall apart,
for you know that is never the case.
think as if they are still watching,
wanting you to stay happy,
even if you cannot see them.
'i miss you, ' is something to say every day.
to loose.......