Dead, by deja Subscribe to rss feed for deja

The day that you died
I felt pain inside.
Your door fell down in my 
heart, that's when
I couldn't take it from the 
start. That's when I crashed 
down thinking of you
reminding my self of what
you used to do.
I missed you a lot when
I came to that spot 
You didn't look the same,
So I was crying with pain.    
But now your in a better place 
taking care of me with god up in a
place called heaven. A magical place filled 
with joy and laughter.
But In time I will see you after!
Posted: 2009-11-17 04:06:05 UTC

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