Mishelle walker

Rookie (June 17 / Duncan)

I Wish It Was Me - Poem by Mishelle walker

waking up
knowing wahts up
throws on my jacket
and grabs the package
walks out the foor
wishing for no more
going to her grave
but on her way
she stops and studders
but only to remeber
the day she left
that day was messed
the polished rock
that stands on top
that once gave me shock
how can she be gone
it wasnt even that long
now layed to rest
mabe for the best
how can this be
i wish it was me
whos like was taken
the night were mistaking

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  • (11/22/2007 9:05:00 PM)

    this is very sad...i had a best friend of mine die a year ago on november 16.....she died from cancer.....i always wish me and her could trade places so she could know what life is like...she was only 13 and so was i....i misss her so very much! ! ! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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