I found this piece recently, written by Cassanova..I think this poem really realistically describe how someone felt when they lost their loved ones, reluctantly..
I look at the clock,
it says 1:41,
i know thinking of you,
ill never be done,
you run through my mind,
and occupy all my time,
wondering why you're gone,
and why you're not mine,
i think of you constantly,
for some reason i cant stop,
knowing that for always,
you'll forever have my heart,
my days go by so slow,
cause you run through my head,
i said I'd love you forever,
isn't that enough said,
you also haunt my dreams,
if you know what i mean,
i wake up often,
with sweats and screams,
why do i sleep by myself,
I'm alone in my bed,
i know I'll be thinking of you,
till the day i am dead,
now still all these thoughts,
just run through my brain,
cant stop thinking of Nicole,
i think i'm going insane,
i feel i wanna kill myself,
people say thats not what to do,
but i turn and look at the clock,
and it says it's only 1:42....
Unknown "Cutie" Rabid
- 16 years, 3 months, 25 days ago