The Boy Poem, by . QUEENIE . Subscribe to rss feed for <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

sleepless nights
of pain
to go though life
without knowing
what is going on
nothing to tell them really
because you're scared of their reactions
not wanting them to know
how you feel about them
how you feel
with your pain
hurting
haunting
fading.
and
now
you're
gone.

xoox
Ellie J
Posted: 2005-10-28 18:13:25 UTC

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