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by Tatiana Aug 3, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
A single rose lay across her grave as I kneel down to pray she died about three weeks ago and I visit everyday She always looked so lonely and never cracked a smile we all just prayed to god that she would be happy for a while But we never could quite get why she had to take her life she could have been happy but I guess happiness with her conserns a knife We found her in her bed with her head under the cover with a note crunched up in her hand "Its because of a lost lover" We layed her underneath a tree and prayed that she'd do great away from all the people that had caused her all this hate.
by eternalxxpromise
Wow this poem was awesome. i give it a 5/5 keep up the good work! -steph