MISERABLE SEASON

by ShawdowDancer   Jan 17, 2008


I FEEL YOUR PRESENT UPON ME

I HOPE YOU ARE PROUD OF WHAT YOU SEE

I'VE GROWN ALTO SINCE THE DAY YOU PASSED

I ALWAYS WONDER WHAT LIFE WOULD BE LIKE WITH

YOU STILL HERE

ITS HARD TO THINK ABOUT YOU WITH OUT SHEDDING

A TEAR

THEY SAY THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON BUT YOU

LEAVING WAS A MISERABLE SEASON

(MY MOMMY.....

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  • 17 years ago

    by Soulful Ensemble

    Your mother died? I'm sorry if she did. If my mother died I would also write her a poem.

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