Comments about Vanya White
An Ode To My Buddy
The music is forever dead
Those painful five words are zooming
through my head
You, sir, were only twenty-two
A secret that must be kept between me and you.
I know how it happened
That trivial fight
That would end your promising life.
I know I was too young
not even born,
but, because of you, my heart is no longer filled with scorn
Now I think of Miss Peggy Sue,
and what would have happened if me and you
Would have ran into eachother on purest accident
But how could that have happened?
A musical prince and a restless soul
What could we do to...