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Sunday, November 23, 2003
This is a poem mainly about how I felt when Lindsey passed away. It's not the best and I wrote it about a week ago but I just decided to revise it and now I'll post it because I really have nothing else to do with it. I'm also trying to think of a poem for the scrapbook they're putting together but this definitely won't be it because it's too selfish.
Gone
Tears
Streaking down my cheeks
Internal gears
Work through the years
The impulsive function
Strained and tired
Constantly wired
Crying
Denying
Completely aloof
Without the proof
No goodbye
Said eye to eye
Be strong
Try to belong
Making the music
The memories stick
Her angelic voice
Whose choice?
Avoiding the pain
Numb again
*sigh* Oh and by the way this has absolutely nothing to do with the previous blog about realizing something.
Gone
Tears
Streaking down my cheeks
Internal gears
Work through the years
The impulsive function
Strained and tired
Constantly wired
Crying
Denying
Completely aloof
Without the proof
No goodbye
Said eye to eye
Be strong
Try to belong
Making the music
The memories stick
Her angelic voice
Whose choice?
Avoiding the pain
Numb again
*sigh* Oh and by the way this has absolutely nothing to do with the previous blog about realizing something.
Mandy ~ 11:27 PM