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if I were to die, this is what I'd want.Rate this Poem
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6 Ft Under |
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The Truth About Our Love |
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My Insecurity, It's Killing Me |
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Torn Inbetween |
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The Brightest Star In The Sky |
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A Soul Never To Be Forgotten |
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Feeling Sick |
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Your Eyes |
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Happiness, Her Disguise |
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The Diary Of War |
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The pain only made me stronger |
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Her Tears Continue To Fall |
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Ease To Her Hurting Heart |
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Her Eyes Fade To Black |
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Dearest Sister |
As The Rain Softly Falls For Me
The skys turn gray and the wind soflty blows,
the beautiful robins are replaced with weeping crows.
A light rain falls and dampens everyone's sorrow,
what they would give to see her face tommorow.
Her beautiful blonde hair no longer shimmers in the sun,
her crazy laugh no longer praises the fun.
The girls are wearing black dresses with baby blue bracelets,
silver heart necklaces and matching blue anklets.
The guys are wearing black suits with blue ties,
they're holding the girls and sharing tear filled cries.
The white roses rest silently ontop of the mahogany red casket,
eulogy cards are sitting close by in a soft knitted basket.
Wayne Gratz fills the air,
people stand up and tell the stories they've always wanted to share.
Pictures take up the walls for people to view,
to remember the fun,loving and outgoing personality they once knew.
The guys lift her up and carry her into the rain,
they clench their teeth, trying not to show their pain.
The girls follow close with red puffy eyes,
the soft rumbling thunder can't tune out their cries.
A blonde, slender female walks arm in arm with a dark haired female friend,
they both cry as if their lives have come to an end.
The boys ease her onto a steel frame,
their eyes a mixture of pain and shame.
They return to the group of friends and watch closely,
as their long life friend is lowered to where her body will always be.
The priest is speaking but they can't hear a sound,
all they feel is their heart's slow pound.
Laying a friend to rest,
now all they can do is look back on the best.
| On October 15th 2008 1w1ldh3art4u Said: |
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| This is really good. It had a great ryhme scheme & really captured the imagination. |
| On October 5th 2008 xXPunkGirl09Xx Said: |
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| This is truly beautiful poem i ever read. :) |


