All the times we've had together,
are now just a part of the past...
When the grass turns grey
and emotions run high...
Darkness is surrounding them, as they laugh about...
Yet, his eyes are filled with fear...
Tears run,
out of control...
Bang - Bang
The gunshot blows...
I thought you loved me.
I thought you cared...
A little girl, no older than 10 years old, walked...
Three wonderful years have passed
since my last poem for you...
She knew she was dying...and the pain was
her children whom she will leave behind...
In the end the nightmares go away and the pain...
you will never wake up just a soul that lost its...
Your tired face can be seen today
worring about the cancer to take you away someday...
I feel broken hearted
please heal my broken wings...