Saturday Morning

by Joanna Misponas   May 27, 2009


Having fun, Friday night
drinking and feeling right
talking and laughing with good friends
thinking your night wont ever end
but your night turned out to be
something so hard to believe
something hard to forget
leaving us with this regret
a few things were on your mind
a solution you weren't able to find
instead you took the easy way of death
you took your soul and left words unsaid
it was then on Saturday morning
we found you dead.

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