A poem for Gesselle:
Gesselle, why have you gone...
This knife is back to stab again,
Each new wound is by a friend...
A wise person once said
(And it made sense to me...
It's been roughly
three years since...
It must be said,
my words speak true...
Like fine lace
friendships are woven...
One man and one woman thats where it all starts,
conquering love, and stealing their hearts...
Just because I'm not always around
doesn't mean that your far from my heart...
You’re under the impression
That I stay away from you...
There i stood so confused,neither knowing what to...
The world just seemed so strange and everything...
Never forget..
Preciousness takes...
Mothers and daughters,
sisters and aunts...