Just another of my poems, keep the Kleenex handy (not for that you filthy people).


So Special


Now you've gone i just don't know,
why did you have to go ?
you gave no sign that things were wrong,
you always laughed and seemed so strong.

We all miss you,
but words can't say,
the grief and pain we felt that day.

You were so special,
to me and all,
it just hit me when i got the call,
they said be strong and not to cry,
I felt confused and asked them why.

I thought i was dreaming when i heard them say,
your soul has gone,
you'd passed away,
and when i realised what it meant,
I dropped the phone and went.....

You remember the park where we once walked?
the memories of how we talked and talked?
we spoke of marriage,
a life of heaven.

Well i went to the park,
the one we knew,
I sat down and thought of you,
my heart was hurting,
I could hardly believe,
I wish i knew,
why did you leave?



Kind of a sad poem and as you can probably gather, most of my poems revolve around death and hate, although i do have some which revolve around love.

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Lowering the tone is an art form in itself. It is not something that everyone can do but i have it down to a fine art.