The List, by LaShawnna
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It hurts so much but feels so good, I began doing things on
the list one by one I begin marking off the things I've
done. You may ask why I'm doing this, and the answer is
simple he left, and now I have nothing left. So I will
finish my life once the list is complete cause the list is a
list of death. Its my death list, so now as I began to fade
I weep for him, because now all is lost. I'm dying, and no
one can same me because no one is around to stop me from
completing my list.
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Posted: 2005-10-30 15:12:45 UTC |
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