I'm trying to move on,
forget the silence,
even though I won't see you again.

A life without you,
isn't worth anything,
even though my life isn't over.

Sadness, all the tears I've cried,
all the pain won't disapear,
even though I can hear you.

Voices, all the imagination,
it's over and I'm ready,
even though my mum and dad will cry.

Hello David..

Poetry by Foolish
Read 790 times
Written on 2005-11-06 at 23:40

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