I can't believe how much
I miss you now that you are gone
First I'll write this poem
Then I'll write you a song
All you were doing was driving home
Home to your kids
Now all we do is hide away
Away from what you did
They cry themselves to sleep at night
Because you aren't here
They're scared of roads they're scared of cars
They live their lives in fear
They wish that you'd just come back Come back and hold them tight
Then promise you won't ever leave not even for one night
Tracy your kids need you and so do I as well
We know that you're in heaven but now we're all in hell
See when you left you left for good And that we cannot bear
We know that you still love us we know that you still care
You're kids can't believe how much they miss you now that you are gone
First they'll read this poem then realise youre where you belong.
*** My best friend, Tracy, died in a car crash on The Coast Road. A petrol van driver was on the phone, not paying attention to what he was doing and crashed directly into the front of her car. Because of the amounts of petrol his van was holding, her car went up in flames and so did his, only he was flung from his van into my friends field. Tracy, wasn't even allowed the dignity to be buried whole. She was burned to a crisp all because some jack*a*s*s* couldn't be bothered to pay attention. please vote and comment,i know it's kinda lousy, but i'm not very good at poems about things like this :( but if you could vote and comment, i'd be very grateful. ***
