Here's a story
About a girl whose sorry...
Cancer...what a dreadful thing
Such a hateful sickness...
If tomorrow I should never wake up
I wanted to say Im sorry...
Dear Mr killer,
Id like you to know...
Painting a canvas,
Start it with white...
I sit here in the dark
imagining the past...
Spreading the news of Christmas cheer,
Gingerbread houses and sugar cookies...
The evening breeze had cauzed this drift,
Unintentionally was made a rift...
This Poem Is For A Friend Of Mine/I Always Loved...
We lost him they said...
I sit here by myself
And bite my lip...
You have me in a circle of depression
you have me under submission...
No, no no no no no
i dont want to go anywhere...