(this is just a lil poem for my brother dean who...
Well, this is my first poem here, so please be...
All the days of fighting...
Tears run down my face
As I think about the "good ol' days"...
Weeping angel
Do not cry...
Everytime I breathe
I know that you dont...
Give me what I need
Help me along the way...
I love my dog
I always took him for a jog...
I love my best friend
Till the very end...
I miss you my child you where the child I'll never...
In the morning when you're mourning
For the soul who has passed...
When did showing tears
make us strong or weak...
They say everything happens for the best
but i don't believe it, i demand to protest...