Jason

By Tami • January 18, 2005 02:52 UTC

Your body turned to ashes, buried in the earth, Your soul no longer living Your heart has ceased to work I feel as if I am dreaming Wake me when I have gotten through this pain My life is not worth living if everything I loves turns grey.

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March 26, 2005 04:21nicloetta

this poem is really good, If your writing on feeling, I know what you mean

August 6, 2005 02:01love nothing >>--

Grossness

September 6, 2005 13:39Spiritual Beauty

It'll turn into other colors one day;) dun lose hope

May 12, 2008 06:49Nora Eason

this poem sucks, you have some major issues.