Thursday, June 8, 2006
A Lost Good-Bye
We fight, argue, and then we get along.
As time goes by our bond grows strong.
My words you may never know
For it was you time to go.
This heart may never understand.
Because my heart is melting like sand.
From tiny little rocks to crystal clear glass.
Now mine in a class.
The news to hard to hear,
But the pain may last a year.
The tears so real, the fear so great.
And so now my heart was all I ate.
So good-bye my friend.
And no this is not the End.
We shall met time and time again,
The joy we shared I hold on my pin.