Grief Poem by jeska bellla

Grief



some times i sit in this empty house of mine and think about how much time is wasted by me siting in this big old chair that dosent make me happy any more i think of you as the days go bye i see my life turned upside down you left me on my own you couldn't stay any more god wanted you by his side.

Sunday, August 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: old,happy,house
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