Lost

by sandra   Jan 24, 2007


Your ghost ponders apon me
wilderd and very lost
your life was almost over, your life was the cost
you were beaten to death, your soul taken away
living for tomorrow cuz today might be the day.
send me your spirit ill take it away.
ill bring it to her the day after today
fragile words are spoken
there breaking apart right now.
maby some day ill get there some way some how.

not sure what this poem is about but i home you like it

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