why did she dieHer silent death speaks to many all around That silent knife clatters to the ground Her mourners weep For the secrets she keepswhy did she die
The boyfriend cries They all wonder why
Why does he cry
Why did she die
In heaven she looks down on them saddened at what she sees This wasn’t the way it was meant to be They were meant to be happy and go on with their life Not to cry for her and her knife
The boyfriend cries They all wonder why Why does he cry Why did she die
Back at college they look at her empty seat Remembering
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But that’s not what I remember
A few say I smiled and walked away Others argue that I laughed hysterically But that’s not what I remember
Many say I asked for a name A small number say I was silent But that’s not what I remember
I remember nothing of the weather or of what I did Even of what I said That not what I remember
I remember the silent breaking of my heart My world crashing down
that’s what I remember
From the night tha
this old schoolThis old schoolthis old school
It doesn’t look like much to an outsider But what if I told you:
That this is were I meet my best friend Who helped me to stay sane in this mad world
That this is were I meet friends I thought I had lost Who reminded me to breathe
That this is were I discovered that I had a talent That kept me tied to this world even when I was held by a thread
That this is were I found a group that I could relate to
Who kept me grounded well not to grounded
That this was the place were I meet someone who got me into a certain film
them old picturesThat old picture on my phone The one were I’m smilingthem old pictures
Were the smile meets my eyes Do you remember the one
The one that we took on that bright sunny day Even the one in the rain
Were we stayed out well into the night Chatting about anything and everything Do you remember the one
The one that was followed by him falling over Oh how we laughed
And didn’t care who was around and saw The one were we hated what we were wearing
Do you remember the one
Oh how that changed
Oh how we changed Them happy pictures on our pho
Ah well, love the poems anyway. Keep it up
lol i no i no i keep meaning to upload some
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and then their was a ..................................... BUNNY
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and then their was a ..................................... BUNNY
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