On that Sunday morning
The last mass...
You don't what you have until it's gone,
I was there the whole time...
As we grew up together
I began to trust you...
Good-Bye Is A Word That Doesn't Mean Anything.
Theres No Reason To Say It...
Those smiles and tears,
Good times and bad...
Should I go or should I stay
I'd be breaking someone's heart either way...
My Friend when I think of you.
I think of all that we've been through...
The stranger across the room,
the one looking you in the face...
I've marked down the days
waiting for this day to appear...
So the time has finally come
please do not cry...
I know this is surrposed to be a poem but i am...
do a girl a favor vote this poem up so it stays on...
You always had that special gift,
A true talent: making people laugh...